HarborA Poem by Scott H.A sea shanty?
“Harbor” And when the ships sail back into the harbor We’ll be there to greet them with cheers and with ale And when the ships sail back into the harbor We’ll know that our brave fleet shall always prevail You can see the first sails there upon the horizon Is it the young admiral’s; oh is it the queen’s? A third one, a fourth one, a fifth on the horizon The tales they will tell of the places they’ve seen And when the ships sail back into the harbor We’ll be there to greet them with cheers and with ale And when the ships sail back into the harbor We’ll know that our brave fleet shall always prevail They’ve been gone a long time, so long on the ocean With no bodies to warm them except for their own They’ve been gone a long time, gave in to the ocean With only their hands and their mouths and their bones And when the ships sail back into the harbor We’ll be there to greet them with cheers and with ale We’re the lads and the lasses for sale on the harbor We’ll wait in our windows, we’ll always prevail
© 2008 Scott H.Featured Review
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