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He gave us all a good-bye cheerily
  At the first dawn of day;
We dropped him down the side full drearily
  When the light died away.
It’s a dead dark watch that he’s a-keeping there,
And a long, long night that lags a-creeping there,
Where the Trades and the tides roll over him
  And the great ships go by.

He’s there alone with green seas rocking him
  For a thousand miles round;
He’s there alone with dumb things mocking him,
  And we’re homeward bound.
It’s a long, lone watch that he’s a-keeping there,
And a dead cold night that lags a-creeping there,
While the months and the years roll over him
  And the great ships go by.

I wonder if the tramps come near enough
  As they thrash to and fro,
And the battle-ships’ bells ring clear enough
  To be heard down below;
If through all the lone watch that he’s a-keeping there,
And the long, cold night that lags a-creeping there,
The voices of the sailor-men shall comfort him
  When the great ships go by.