well my papa was a fisher man and he fished the deep blue sea he home made some fine black berry nip and he d always pass a nip onto me well he smelled like black tarred fishing nets oh tiger belly growl he was my good pappa but he be bones now grand daddy was a sailor and he sailed from far across the sea well he did talk some kind of funny but it never did bother me when he spoke about his home land twas with a sad and furrowed brow no more tears grandaddy you just be bones now well i look now at my father and his black hair s all gone grey and those strong arms that did carry me they re now withering away lay down your burdens papa won t you come sit with me at home we have got to spend some time together before we just be bones