  Three fishers went sailing out into the west, Out into the west, as the sun went down, Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor-bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown; But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor-bar be moaning. Three corpses lie out on the shining sands, In the morning gleam, as the tide goes down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands, For those who will never come home to the town. For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, And good by to the bar and its moaning. Charles Kingsley. |
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