He sleeps beside me in the bed; <br />Upon my breast I hold his head; <br />Oh how I would that we were wed, <br /> For he sails in the morning. <br /> <br />I wish I had not been so kind; <br />But love is fain and passion blind, <br />While out of sight is out of mind, <br /> And he ships in the morning. <br /> <br />I feel his bairn stir in my womb; <br />Poor wee one, born to bitter doom; <br />How dreary dark will be the gloom, <br /> When he goes in the morning! <br /> <br />A sailor lad has need to court <br />A loving lass in every port; <br />To him it's just a bit of sport . . . <br /> My heart-break's in the morning.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sailor-s-sweetheart/
