Though love is kind to the least of men, He awa, he awa.Though he be but a drunken tar, He awa, awa.Far from land and the sight of man, He awa, he awa.Though who would love a sailor man, He awa, awa.And a war, and a war, He awa, he awa.And a war, and a war, He awa, awa.Take me to that star I made, He awa, he awa.Though I was happy with her laid, He awa, awa.In the comfort of her bed, He awa, he awa.There let me lie until I'm dead, He awa, awa.And a war, and a war, He awa, he awa.And a war, and a war, He awa, awa.Here's my blessing, let it be, He awa, he awa.May you love as she loved me, He awa, awa.For love is kind to the least of men, He awa, he awa.Though he be but a drunken dove, He awa, awa.Thank you.