Shipmates o' mine, are you sleeping fair an' sound, <br />Mates fair an' foul, friend an' foe, <br />Lyin' where lost ships are, sunken deep an' drowned <br />In Davy Jones's locker down below? <br />In wide seas an' narrow, deep seas an' shoal, <br />There's no stone above you an' no bell to toil: <br />O rest for your body an' peace to your soul, <br />Shipmates a-sleepin' down below. <br /> <br />Shipmates o' mine, are you sleepin' fair an' sweet, <br />Where's never sun to burn or wind to blow, <br />Slid over side wi' the shot at head an' feet <br />To Davy Jones's locker down below? <br />Jock fro' Skye an' Stornoway, Mick o' Donegal, <br />Black skin an' white skin that answer the call, <br />Rip an' rogue an' honest man, room for 'em all, <br />Shipmates a-sleepin' down below. <br /> <br />Shipmates o' mine, are you sleeping fair an' sound <br />While we're a-trampin', trampin' to an' fro, <br />Do you heed us home-returnin', do you bless us outward bound, <br />In Davy Jones's locker down below? <br />Do you dream e'er so little o' the ship an' the crew, <br />O' ship-bell, an' chantey, an' sea still an' blue, <br />An' the hoot o' the syren, an' the thresh o' the screw, <br />Shipmates a-sleepin' down below?<br /><br />Cicely Fox Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/davy-jones-s-locker/
