Curry Land - Donovan

Lady, you are my peace of mind

Were I to seek your par none I could find

You delicately went to curry land

And left a lonely man, ah me, yogi blue

He thought to himself as he sat before

His stocks and shares a dreadful bore

If I’m to live another happy day

I best make haste and be on my way

He at his desk did write and indicate

To lawyer, friend and intimate

His lamentable grief did necessitate

The need for one swift bird to sail the ocean o’er

A sailing schooner was soon seen sailing

Swift and silent, around the sound

Salutating seagulls heralding

The wonderous transport upon the wing

Twenty days from Goa they did espire

A wealthy merchant bound for Arabi-iy

Echanging greetings, had he heard the news

The Lady Hall had drowned, the price of Ninevah rose

Storms and tempests his shatterd mind beset

Hurricanes of pains raged and tore

Truly drowned in grief, he did repair

To haunted trinkets and gross despair

All in white 'neath shade in bamboo chair

Military discipline has replaced despair

Anchored in the bay of innocence

Is left a lonely man, lonely through and through

Through and through

Through and through