My landlady is the sea   She keeps me and rolls me to where there is joy   Unfairly we offer our hearts to her   She'll keep them   And chuck them and high huck them   Good luck to them      My girl is a jetplane at night   A hot concentration of fast moving light   I think that when I hold her in evening time   Perhaps that her love demands more time   That perhaps for her love I should count to three hundred   And cast off my own needs till that time      Perhaps in her eyes there is happiness   Perhaps in her heart is a restful content   Perhaps in her family there was a great lawfulness   A healthy old record of love not duress      But I have not paid her in kind   A keepsake here and one there   For my sake more than for hers