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THE WIFE'S WATCH.
Oh, his ship, it was doomed, they said,
But a man he was every inch;
“I must earn, for my wife, her bread,
And I'm not the one to flinch.”
A minute, and I stood there
With his last kiss on my lips;
Oh, what, for wives, do they care
Who grow rich by the loss of ships!
But a man he was every inch;
“I must earn, for my wife, her bread,
And I'm not the one to flinch.”
A minute, and I stood there
With his last kiss on my lips;
Oh, what, for wives, do they care
Who grow rich by the loss of ships!
The spring should have brought him home,
But I watch through the winter gales,
Looking far o'er the racing foam,
All in vain, for his home-bound sails;
Oh, when will he come? Oh, when?
Will he never come back to me?
Oh, why are there heartless men
Who send husbands to drown at sea!
But I watch through the winter gales,
Looking far o'er the racing foam,
All in vain, for his home-bound sails;
Oh, when will he come? Oh, when?
Will he never come back to me?
Oh, why are there heartless men
Who send husbands to drown at sea!
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