THE WHITBY SMACK.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume 3, Issue 189, 27 June 1874, Page 3

THE WHITBY SMACK.

“ 81m ought to b« in, ah* ought to bo in, Hese'saaother noon began; Bho wil’d loot Friday wu s week, And it io hat» (oar days’ run. “ I’t» loft oar Jono at home, She’ll nor sleep nor bite, poor lass; Jnat to* her wedding elotheo about, And store at the falling glass. “ The hanna won oat laat week, you aee, And to day—alack, alack, Toang George haa other gear to mind, Oat then, oat then in the (mack! M I bade her dry her tears, Or than them with another, And go down yonder court and try To eonfort Willie’a mother. “ The poor old widow’d soul, Laid helpleaa in her bed ; She prays for the touch of her own son’s hand, The sound of his eneery tread. “ She ought to be in, her timbers wen atout; She would ride through the roughest Well found and maim’d—but the hours drag on; It was but a four days’ sail” Orarely and sadly the sailor spoke. Out on the great Ker head ; Sudden a bronz’d old fishwife turn’d From the anxious group, and said—- “ Jenny will get her lovers anew ; And Anne has one foot in the grave, We’ve liv’d together twenty yeer, I and niy poor old Dave; “ I’ve a runlet of whiskey fresh (or him, J And ’baeea again he comes back, hj He said he’d bide this winter ashore, After the trip in the smack. " We have neither chick nor child of ns, Our John were drown’d last year; There is nothing on earth, but Dave, for me, Why, there’s nought in the wind to fear.

“ He’* bean oat in many a eoeraer aea I’ll aet the fir* alig^at; W» said 4 Oar Father, ’ before ha vent; Ih* utlr win be in to-night” And feet a* down in the weetward The light roae, pole and thin. With her bulwark* store, and her fore*ail gone, The Match eaae ataggering in. With one von faea at her rodder, And another beaide her meat; Bat George, and Willie, and ataonch old Dare 1 Why aak the vara, and the blaot Aak the aea that broke aboard her, Juat aa aha awnng her roflnd ; Aak the aoudlthat a wept abort her, With death in tta ominooa aointd. “ The leader aav,” the aailor aaid, “ A (aea peat the gunwale go” ; And Jack heard, “ Jane,” nng thrill through the roar; And that Mall we know. I ean’t toll Paraonaer* grieTM wrong, And pining ia wilful tin ; But I’d like to hear how thoee two died, Before the itch eame in. WoU, thia morning the flag* fly halfmaat high, In beoatifnl Whitby Bey; That’* all we ahall know till the roll ia read On the lad great Matter day. -AU (ha Peer Bound.