1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west, <br />2 Away to the west as the sun went down; <br />3 Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, <br />4 And the children stood watching them out of the town; <br />5 For men must work, and women must weep, <br />6 And there's little to earn, and many to keep, <br />7 Though the harbour bar be moaning. <br /> <br />8 Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, <br />9 And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; <br />10 They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, <br />11 And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. <br />12 But men must work, and women must weep, <br />13 Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, <br />14 And the harbour bar be moaning. <br /> <br />15 Three corpses lay out on the shining sands <br />16 In the morning gleam as the tide went down, <br />17 And the women are weeping and wringing their hands <br />18 For those who will never come home to the town; <br />19 For men must work, and women must weep, <br />20 And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep; <br />21 And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-fishers/
