As I came down the hillside To put to sea, I heard a girl a-singing— But not for me. As we sailed past the village, By that last pine A girl stood waving farewells— And none were mine. She stood there long a-watching Our vessel's track. But little is she hoping That I come back. My mates are singing, whistling, Half-dead I feel. I'm like a boat a-drifting With broken wheel. They hope for lucky fishing And some big haul. I once had luck past wishing— I've lost it all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |