True those are terrible names.

But a song, hmm?

[he thinks about this, whistling a few tunes to get himself started and thinking, and then a rollicking bright tune]

I sail along the bright blue sea,
my bonny girl at my side
I would fight the storms for her
and I would fight the tide.

O Chandra dear, of fire red hair
and passions deep inside
Will you make the boat a bed with me
and let the blanket be our sky?

[and before she can answer he holds up a finger]

If not, I'm sure I will not die
But let me ask of you this
A bottle full of sweet red wine... [he draws out the note a little]
and from your lips a kiss.