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Three Fishers

From the Newark Evening Star, May 25, 1914. By Charles Kingsley.

Three fishers went sailing out into the west,
    Out into the west, as the sun went down,
Each thought of the woman who loved him 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;
They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,
    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 in 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-bye to the bar and its moaning.