2Forgive me the ropes and sell me your ear
(Though most were minds ardent, now
heads in our rear).
I'll not shed a tear
For the ones weeping me -
Forgive me the ropes and sell me your ear.
The men and
Their children, all
heads in our rear,
It's time now we jump from the pool to the pier
(Time for a title and time for you all to
forgive me the ropes, and sell me your ear).
So many a mind we have made through the years,
Surprised – thought we all had our
heads in our rears.
Breaking by bending and killing with curves,
Tired by trying and weary with words,
Forgive me the ropes, and sell me your ear –
Though high we may hold them, they are still in our rears.