WANTON BRAWLER

Wanton brawler sombre with grog
Who calls you by name that you so hate?
What keeps you awake and steadies your gait
When the wind says: set him agog?

Wanton gaffer, alive in your death
Who gives you the love that you so hate?
What keeps you in place, what be your hold
When the storm says: roll him a fold?

Wantom lier truthful in deceit
Who lends you much ear that you fill it?
What keeps you aloud, unmeasured and proud
When the Truth says: I am the Lord?