...I was wanting to greet the gallant sailor who hallooed me on my way
in...perchance he has hauled anchor and sailed away...?
No!...It was _me_!...
...Majesty! Surely not?
...You _utter_ creep.
-- Melchett, Queenie and Edmund : Potato
Under the wide an starry sky,
Dig my grave and let me lie
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And laid me down with a will,
And this be the verse that you grave for me,
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill....