Mrs Susan Colley
Bathurst Home for the Aged
Recorded 1973

Sailor's Grave

Our barque was far far from land
Where the bravest of our gallant band
Grew deadly pale and waned away
Like the twilight light of an autumn day
We watched him through the long hours of pain
Our fears were great and our hopes in vain
Death's stroke he gave no coward's alarm
But smiled and died on his mess-mates arm
We had no costly winding sheet
So we placed two round shots at his feet
Our prayers were echoed o'er the wave
Then he was fit for a sailor's grave
Our voices were dull and our hearts were weak
Not a tear was seen on the brownest cheek
Nor a quiver that played on the lip of pride
As we rolled him down by the ship's dark side
A splash and a plunge and all was o'er
And the billows rolled as they rolled before

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