Waes-hael for knight and dame! O merry be their dole! Drink-hael! in Jesu’s name We fill the tawny bowl; But cover down the curving crest, Mould of t… - Robert Stephen Hawker

There lies a cold corpse upon the sands Down by the rolling sea;
Close up the eyes and straighten the hands As a Christian man’s should be.Bury it deep, for the good of my soul, Six feet below the ground;
Let the sexton come and the death-bell toll And good men stand around.Lay it among the churchyard stones, Where the priest hath bless’d the clay:
I cannot leave the unburied bones, And I fain would go my way.

Thus said the rushing raven, Unto his hungry mate:
‘Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven: There be corpses six or eight.
Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper Are wallowing in the sea:
So there’s a savoury supper For my old dame and me.’

They rear’d their lodges in the wilderness,
Or built them cells beside the shadowy sea,
And there they dwelt with angels, like a dream!
So they unroll’d the Volume of the Book
And fill’d the fields of the Evangelist With thoughts as sweet as flowers.