Your old man's a sailor, I suppose? . . . -A fisherman. A long time dead. He left my mother's side one night, And sleeps in the breakers now instead. Up in the graveyard there's a tomb Ma keeps for him-it's empty, though- I'm all the husband that she has To help her while the children grow. Two little ones. -Nothing was found Along the beach where he was drowned? . . . -Only his pipe-case and a shoe . . . When Sundays come, Mother can stop And cry for rest . . . But when I grow up I'll get revenge-a sailor too! |