he
often writes and tells him of,
The things gone
wrong ashore,
His oft reply "I
love you dear,
But I must sail
some more."
So oft she stands
out on the pier,
A kiss upon her
lips,
Reserved for him
who holds her heart,
Her Sailor on the
ship.
His final day
along the rail,
"Request to go
ashore,"
"I love you dear,
I’m home to stay,
In ships to sail
no more."