Most of the songs I love to sing have at least a line, usually a verse I really love

If it should be that your baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
A bomber above her wherever she goes...

Sleep is a river, goes on forever...
And for your boatman, choose old John o' Dreams

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're a hopeless shell of a man on a peg
And you'll have to be put w' yer bowl ta beg
Johnny I hardly knew ya

So come all ye young sea-farin' men, And listen to me song
When you go off on them long trips, I'd have ye's do no wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink, Don't go sleepin' with no whores
But get married lads, and have all night in, and go to sea no more...

Getting out my guitar right now....

Nancy