Site Search
Random Quote
Ruins in Rome are four a penny...

Main Menu
In the Spotlight !
This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
All Entries 1997 - 2002
All Entries 2002
Odds and Ends, Other Items Of Interest About Robert

Sailor's Sweetheart

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2665 reads)
He sleeps beside me in the bed...

He sleeps beside me in the bed;
Upon my breast I hold his head;
Oh how I would that we were wed,
     For he sails in the morning.

I wish I had not been so kind;
But love is fain and passion blind,
While out of sight is out of mind,
     And he ships in the morning.

I feel his bairn stir in my womb;
Poor wee one, born to bitter doom;
How dreary dark will be the gloom,
     When he goes in the morning!

A sailor lad has need to court
A loving lass in every port;
To him it's just a bit of sport . . .
     My heart-break's in the morning.

Navigate through the articles
Previous article Failure Lottery Ticket Next article
Voters total: 0
Average: 0
The comments are owned by the author. We aren't responsible for their content.
RobertWService.Com