by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

The sailor's bride
Language: English 
And is he coming home today
Who all these years has ranged?
And will he be the same to me ,
Although so have changed?
The same again, the same as when
At first he courting came
And looked me through with eyes so blue --
Ah, will he be the same?

I would have dressed in all my best;
He'd have me wear my worst,
The faded gown of home spun brown
In which I met him first.
My woman's heart would have me smart;
I'm but a woman still.
Yet hide, gay gown, come, old one down;
Let Donal have his way.

The Southern Star has fetched the Bar,
She's signalled from the land.
Quick, little Donal, to my arms!
Now on my shoulders stand!
There, there she sails! He's at the rails.
For joy my eyes run o'er.
Wave, little lad, to your own dad!
Aye, 'tis himself once more.


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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
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Word count: 152