4 marzo 1943 [English translation]

They say this man was handsome

he came, he came from the ocean

and he spoke in a foreign language

but knew love and emotion;

And that day he took my mother

on a pretty pasture

on the sweetest moment

before death claimed his capture

Like this she was left all alone

in her flatlet on the harbour

with her only garment

every day still shorter

And although she didn't know his name

or even his country

she thought me a gift of love

to the end from month one drill

She was turning sixteen

that day my mother

the tavern musicians

sang her a lulling cover

By squeezing me tight in a bosom

that knew of sea's ravage

she played she was a woman

with a baby to bandage

And maybe out of love

or out of whimsy fervor

that she wished to call me

after our Lord Father

About her fleeting life my memory

that's the most strong and hoary

it is downright in this name

that even now I carry

Even now I'm playing cards and drink

wine by the schooner

for all the harbour folks

my name is Jesus junior

(repeat last verse twice)