Oh were he and I together,
Shipmates on the fleeted main,
Sailing through the summer weather
To the spoil of France or Spain.

Oh were he and I together,
Locking hands and taking leave,
Low upon the trampled heather
In the battle lost at eve.

Now are he and I asunder
And asunder to remain;
Kingdoms are for others' plunder,
And content for other slain.