That the Legion that never was 'listed Five hundred as good as ourselves. Then a health (we must drink it in whispers) The Gentlemen Rovers abroad Yes, a health to ourselves ere we scatter, For the steamer won't wait for the train, And the Legion that never was 'listed Goes back into quarters again! THE SEA-WIFE THERE dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And casts them over sea. And some are drowned in deep water, And word goes back to the weary wife For since that wife had gate or gear, She willed her sons to the white harvest, And that is a bitter yield. She wills her sons to the wet ploughing, To ride the horse of tree, And syne her sons come back again The good wife's sons come home again But the lore of men that ha' dealt with men But the faith of men that ha' brothered men By more than easy breath, And the eyes o' men that ha' read wi' men Rich are they, rich in wonders seen, But poor in the goods o' men; So what they ha' got by the skin o' their teeth They sell for their teeth again. For whether they lose to the naked life They tell it all to the weary wife Her hearth is wide to every wind (Out with great mirth that do desire In with content to wait their watch And some return by failing light, And some in waking dream, For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts That ride the rough roof-beam. Home, they come home from all the ports, The living and the dead; The good wife's sons come home again HYMN BEFORE ACTION THE earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, High lust and froward bearing, Deaf ear and soul uncaring, We seek Thy mercy now! The sinner that forswore Thee, The fool that passed Thee by, Our times are known before TheeLord, grant us strength to die! For those who kneel beside us Lord, let their faith atone. |