Classic Poem

Sweethearts and Wives — the Goblet pass —
A Bumper let it be,
Bright eyes are sparkling through each glass
'Tis " Saturday night at sea. "

The matron sits by her fireside,
Her children at her knee;
They're breathing prayers that we may glide
In safety o'er the sea.

The maiden droops in her shady bow'r
What cause of grief has she?
The heart that heeds not bird or flow'r,
Is with us on the sea.

But, brighter hours are yet in store,
From ev'ry danger free, —
We'll share the smiles of those on shore,
We toasted on the sea.

Sweethearts and Wives — the Goblet pass —
A Bumper let it be,
Bright eyes are sparkling through each glass
'Tis " Saturday night at sea. "

The matron sits by her fireside,
Her children at her knee;
They're breathing prayers that we may glide
In safety o'er the sea.

The maiden droops in her shady bow'r
What cause of grief has she?
The heart that heeds not bird or flow'r,
Is with us on the sea.

But, brighter hours are yet in store,
From ev'ry danger free, —
We'll share the smiles of those on shore,
We toasted on the sea.