The Sailor-Boy
Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside To go aboard a ship through love, and plough the ocean wide. I...
This is a poetry & verse.
Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside
To go aboard a ship through love, and plough the ocean wide.
I crossed my native fields, where the scarlet poppies grew,
And the groundlark left his nest like a neighbour which I knew.
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