It seems a long time ago that my man boarded ship,
On board that great frigate to sea,
As the months rolled on by I was held in the grip
Of despair, ’twas a long way to china for Tea.
Those early days shortly after he left
When I could still feel each and every kiss,
I could never have thought I would feel so bereft,
Nor how much he would be missed.
His face still shone brightly each night in my dreams
And I shuddered with wanton desire,
We could look at the same moon whilst he was sea,
As I sat and felt lost by the fire.
Through the day my feet wandered the pathways of home
Those streets which bustled with life,
I counted down the days until he would come home;
‘Til the day he could make me his wife.
Each day by the harbour I would stop and pause
And watch as each new ship came in,
The smell of the sea permeated each pore
And such pride would explode from within
The depth of my heart, such a feeling of love
I could barely breathe it erupted so strong,
And each night from my window I would look above,
And think of him who had never done me wrong.
But as the weeks passed and my loneliness swelled
The whirlpool in my breast could not heal,
Tormented by thoughts of rough, twelve-foot high swells,
The misery I could not conceal.
Oh! so much could go wrong and I would never know
Until the homecoming ship docked,
No letter could be sent to my man in the bow
And each worry would make my heart stop.
I’d while away the hours as memories poured
To each fond caress and each touch I would cling,
I would busy myself, twicely do each chore,
And of my abject despair I would sing.
I would wander those pathways so close to my heart
Those paths we had trodden together,
But yet in the night when I sat in the dark,
I would try to picture him aboard his vessel;
Laid in his hammock which would rock and sway,
I would Imagine myself sat astride
His manly form, where we’d made love in the hay
And how he’d held me in arms open wide.
Each sensuous touch and each soft caress
Would fill me with yearning once more,
I would remember and moan at how I’d drowned in his kiss
And at how we’d laid naked on the floor.
I could not escape; my heart filled with passion,
Unquenched with desire which would burn,
The thought I could loose him would turn my face ashen
And to see him once more I would yearn.
But as such ladies know when their man is away
The time will go by on its own,
And so down to the harbour on his homecoming day
The relief in my heart had been sown.
I woke in the dawn and made my way to the dock
And there! The frigate was anchored,
In anticipation all those women flocked,
And they chattered with excited banter.
Each sailor disembarked and reunions were cried
In a wealth of emotion and tears,
But not for me did it come, those arms opened wide,
My man was not there, as I’d feared.
Despair wrought me in two as I collapsed to the floor,
The knees ‘neath me could not hold my weight,
‘Twas then that I new that my man was no more
And oh! How long had I waited for this date?
I struggled on home, to keep my grief battened down
Yet once through my door the torrent broke,
Ne’er again would he walk through this town,
What ever would I do without my bloke?
For three solid days I cried and I wailed
And all food that was brought; went without,
Ne’er again would I look at a ship as it sailed,
And was constantly overcome by loves drought.
So I sat in my grief and could not go on,
‘Til at my door was a tentative knock,
It was my man! Oh! how I’d been wrong,
Seems he’d thought to get off at an earlier dock;
At Portsmouth he had boarded a train;
To arrive early my surprise,
But he couldn’t know t’would be in vain
For there had been a delay on the line.
I smothered him with kisses and cried tears of relief,
My heart was now whole once more,
No more will he go to sea, for the thought of my grief,
Was enough for him to now stay indoors.