Oh how this sullen, careless world

Ignorant of me is! Those rocks, those homes

Know not the touch of my flesh, nor is there one tree

Whose shade has known me for a friend.

I’ve wandered the wide world over.

No man I’ve known, no friendly beast

Has come and put its nose into my hands.

No maid has welcomed my face with a kiss.

Yet once, as I took passage

From Gibraltar to Cape Horn

I met some friendly mariners on the boat

And as we struggled to keep the ship from sinking

In a storm, the very waves seemed friendly, and the sound

The spray made as it hit the front of the boat.