THE town is very gay to-day, And down our busy street Flags wave, and all the balconies Are filled, our men to greet. One night, not very long ago, I heard them marching down To where their ship lay, and the sound So filled the silent town With farewell voices that I wept To know no word or deed Of mine had stirred the sleeping night, To bid our men God-speed. The town is very gay to-day, And in our busy street, My eyes are dim with tears for those I neither sped nor greet. |