Despair
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.
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.
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