(William Ernest Henley)






Echoes. 32. O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town


                  To D. H.

O, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay,
And I wish from my heart its there I was to-day;
I wish from my heart I was far away from here,
Sitting in my parlour and talking to my dear.
      For its home, dearie, homeits home I want to be.
      Our topsails are hoisted, and well away to sea.
      O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree
      Theyre all growing green in the old countrie.

In Baltimore a-walking a lady I did meet
With her babe on her arm, as she came down the street;
And I thought how I sailed, and the cradle standing ready
For the pretty little babe that has never seen its daddie.
      And its home, dearie, home . . .

O, if it be a lass, she shall wear a golden ring;
And if it be a lad, he shall fight for his king:
With his dirk and his hat and his little jacket blue
He shall walk the quarter-deck as his daddie used to do.
      And its home, dearie, home . . .

O, theres a wind a-blowing, a-blowing from the west,
And that of all the winds is the one I like the best,
For it blows at our backs, and it shakes our pennon free,
And it soon will blow us home to the old countrie.
      For its home, dearie, homeits home I want to be.
      Our topsails are hoisted, and well away to sea.
      O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree
      Theyre all growing green in the old countrie.

Note.  The burthen and the third stanza are old.

1878




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