Feathers

I say to the day We'll drop down to die With fifty five falls And seventy skies And I say to the day Weigh this bag that I brang With Mayflower May and a monocle dime Oh, there she lies Gently close her eyes Oh, there she lies Gently close her eyes Oh, down she lies Oh, I had a friend That I remember well With sad little hands A sad [sickle cell?] Oh, I had a friend The ship sailed away 'Twas fifty five falls Of golden to stay