Have you ever heard of Naic Beach 
Where the spent waves sob and hiss, 
And the men whose shame conceals 
        the blame 
Try to find a moment's bliss 
In the telling of age old stories 
And the singing of golden songs 
Of a woman's hand in another land 
And forget their little wrongs? 

There is little of boasting at Naic 
For the truth exceeds the lie. 
A lie is weak when the seas are bleak 
And must must silent die. 
Strange names are heard at Naic, 
Palowan, Saigon, Samar-- 
There is nothing said but they nod their head 
For they all know where they are. 

         Fafaia.