Wanton brawler sombre with grog Who calls by name that you so hate? What keeps you awake and steadies your gait When the wind said: set him agog? Wanton gaffer, alive in your death Who gives you the love that you so hate? What keeps you in place, what be your hold When the storm says: roll him a fold? Wantom lier truthful in deceit Who lends you much ear that you fill it? What keeps you aloud, unmeasured and proud When the Truth says: I am the Lord?