Share:
  Guess poet | Poets | Poets timeline | Isles | Contacts

Sir Henry Newbolt - MessmatesSir Henry Newbolt - Messmates
Work rating: Low


He gave us all a good-bye cheerily   At the first dawn of day; We dropped him down the side full drearily   When the light died away. It`s a dead dark watch that he`s a-keeping there, And a long, long night that lags a-creeping there, Where the Trades and the tides roll over him   And the great ships go by. He`s there alone with green seas rocking him   For a thousand miles round; He`s there alone with dumb things mocking him,   And we`re homeward bound. It`s a long, lone watch that he`s a-keeping there, And a dead cold night that lags a-creeping there, While the months and the years roll over him   And the great ships go by. I wonder if the tramps come near enough   As they thrash to and fro, And the battle-ships` bells ring clear enough   To be heard down below; If through all the lone watch that he`s a-keeping there, And the long, cold night that lags a-creeping there, The voices of the sailor-men shall comfort him   When the great ships go by.
Source

The script ran 0.001 seconds.