The auburn lassie nods to the captain (grounded indefinitely with his crew but seemingly no worse for it)...a lovely song, Amos...and pats her stomach full of fine fare and wonders if she can manage a song...oh my, did someone say chocolate? Maybe later! It goes nicely with cognac after dark...

My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me,
My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea,
With pitch and tar to soil his hands,
And sail across the briny sea,
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me...

His jacket was deep sky blue and curly was his hair,
His jacket was deep sky blue and curly was his hair,
For to reeve the sails up across the mast,
And sail across the stormy sea,
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me...

One day he'll be a captain bold with a brave and a gallant crew,
One day he'll be a captain bold with a sword and spyglass, too,
And when he gets a ship of his own,
He'll come home and marry me,
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me...

(The auburn lassie finishes the song and returns to a silver goblet of Riesling...still cold! toasts her friends and retires to a tuft of sea grass, tilting her face to the afternoon sun)