Taken from an old Gaelic prayer. Not as gloomy as it sounds.
Hell whose rains and cold apall
Hell whose drink is bitter gall
Nameless, faceless town of fear
Hell for thee I shall not steer
Had I for my voyage store
I would sail for heaven's shore
But my crop had better thriven
Had I sown and ploughed for heaven
Had I sown and ploughed for heaven
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