Sometimes in a rough beam sea, When the waves are running high, I gaze about for a sight of the land, Then sing, glancing up at the sky, "'Here's to the girl I love, And I wish that she were nigh, If drinking beer would bring her here' I'd drink the ship's hold dry." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE |