I care not what the sailors say: br All those dreadful thunder-stones, br All that storm that blots the day br Can but show that Heaven yawns; br Great Europa played the fool br That changed a lover for a bull. br Fol de rol, fol de rol. br br To round that shell's elaborate whorl, br Adorning every secret track br With the delicate mother-of-pearl, br Made the joints of Heaven crack: br So never hang your heart upon br A roaring, ranting journeyman. br Fol de rol, fol de rol.