Messmates

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.