Alas, how lonely I often feel,
As before the throne I willingly kneel,
But my heart's a seal
My dreams conceal,
Years from my life I'd willingly peel,
Despite the lies, my truth is real.
So now to end my life,
Cold and alone upon the knife,
My time is lithe
Yet quite blithe,
To do my duty behind the fife
Sailing off from the lonely hithe.