All coiled down, an' it's time for us to go; <br />Every sail's furled in a neat harbour stow; <br />Another ship for me, an' for her another crew - <br />An' so long, sailorman - good luck to you! <br /> <br />Fun an' friends I wish you till the pay's all gone - <br />Pleasure when you spend it an' content when it's done - <br />An' a chest that's not empty when you go back to sea, <br />An' a better ship than she's been - an' a truer pal than me. <br /> <br />A good berth I wish you, in a ship that's well found, <br />With a decent crowd forrard, an' her gear all sound, <br />Spars a man can trust to when it's comin' on to blow, <br />An' no bosun bawlin' when it's your watch below. <br /> <br />A good Trade I wish you, an' a fair landfall, <br />Neither fog, nor iceberg, nor long calm, nor squall, <br />A pleasant port to come to, when the work's all through - <br />An' so long, sailorman … good luck to you.<br /><br />Cicely Fox Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-long-all-coiled-down/
