← With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; 🔊
← With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: 🔊
← Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: 🔊
← My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; 🔊
← I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; 🔊