Ole to a Dead Man

From the Book

The life, Times & Adventures of

Sir George Henry Nichols

Vol. III

Janette, Janette, Sweet Lady Janette,

How I long to be with you, and the day that we met.

The years have been many, and the years have been fast,

I should be in my grave; I should be covered in grass.

My bones should be bleached, laid out in my grave,

Nor should I hear the rumble, of each coming wave.

My cronies are dead, Yes my women are too,

As I’m walking the beach, just thinking of you.

There are nights I awaken, a tremble with fear,

With words in my ear, Captain, Oh Captain, the surf I hear!

Lady Victoria came hard to the beach,

And in just an instance, my life’s out of reach.

I don’t know what happened that night on the beach,

I don’t know what happened, but to you I do reach.

For my crew is all dead now, yet I did not die,

Janette, sweet Lady Janette, please tell me why? ©

George Henry Nichols