Two From Shakespeare: Full Fathom Five/ Perchance to Win - Pete Seeger

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made:

Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell, Ding-dong

Hark!

now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

To fight, perchance to win, aye, there’s the rub

For victory brings power and prestige

And the children of the children of the fighters

Take all for granted, and, in turn, oppress