The Desert

Aye we languished 'neath a blazing sun As wearily we dropped one by one Sand so blinding to the naked eye So harsh to make a grown man cry Parched and cracked with naught to drink Delirium, so a man can't think Lost and stumbling through the dev'lish heat We cooked to death like so much meat Six we were, then five, then four I am the last, the others no more So I pen this note to my lovely wife But to the desert I give my life