When they call me I shall go
down to waters far below.
I shall take my final trip
aboard that long and wooden ship.
I shall bring my cup of bliss
drink waters of forgetfulness
I shall leave the world behind
unloose the fetters of my mind
saying as I press my lips
to Charon's wrinkled finger tips,
"Here is my coin, ferryman,
carry me across to shadeland,
where I shall linger with a host
of brave and noble Grecian ghosts."