[color=00746b]"From tower hill to blackball. I'll wander weep and moan. All for my jolly sailor. Until he sails home. My heart is pierced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, But my Jolly sailor bold"[/color] Another verse another group of men stumbling towards the tree. One or two falling into the water drowning while listening to her song. It should reach the ears of those who pay attention to the world around them.