And this the burden of his song / For ever used to be, / I care for nobody, not I, / If no one cares for me.

How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.

There was a jolly miller once, / Lived on the river Dee; / He worked and sang from morn till night; / No lark more blithe than he.

We all love a pretty girl - under the rose.

I'm kind of obsessed with that song, I've used it in almost every project I've done, ... I can't get over it. I own 30 versions of it.

I just want to write a great lyric and write a great song, and everything else is icing on the cake.