POETRY.
SHIPMATES.
GOOD-BYE and fare-ye-well ; for we'll sail no more together Broad seas and narrow in fair and foul weather ; We'll sail no more together in foul weather or fine, And ye'll go your own way, and I'll go mine.
0 the Seas are very wide, and there's never any knowing The countries we'll see or the ports where we'll be going, All across the wide world, up and down the sea,
Before we come together, as at last may be 1 Good-bye and faro-ye-well, and maybe be strolling And watching the ships there and the crews a-coaling In a queer foreign city and a gaudy gay street ;
And who but yourself will I chance there for to meet?
You'll blow up from eastward, and I'll blow in from west, And of all the times we ever bad, it's then we'll have the best, Back from deep-sea wanderings, back from wind and weather, You and me from all the seise, two friends together 1 Good-bye and fare-ye-well; may nought but good attend ye All across the wide world where sailor's luck may send ye, Up and down the deep seas, north and south the Line; And ye'll go your own way, and I'll go mine C. FOX &mint.
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