Oh, scatter me over the umber Humber
Under a hurrying sky,
On a dark day in December,
Or a turbulent July;
For longer than I can remember,
I've been preparing to die.

I want to go back to wherever it was
I came from in 'forty nine;
My life has been fractured, and not just because
Of drinking too much wine.
I'm captious and I'm cantankerous
And I've never toed the line;
So scatter me over the umber Humber:
That'll do me fine.

In the name of love, I've clambered
Up hill and tor and scree.
(The drinking hours I've squandered,
Learning to use a p.c! )
But I've left the world unencumbered
With howling progeny,
So scatter me over the umber Humber;
That'll do for me.

Scatter me over the umber Humber
On a dark day in July,
And in particles unnumbered
I will sparkle, I will fly.
And I know that I'll be remembered
For things that I used to be,
Long after the umber Humber
Has carried me back to the sea.

(Hey editors, found this poem in the topic entitled "editors" thought maybe someone would want to move it)