Here's the tender coming, Pressing all the men; O, dear honey, What shall we do then? Here's the tender coming, Off at Shields Bar. Here's the tender coming, Full of men of war. Here's the tender coming, Stealing of my dear; O dear honey, They'll ship you out of here, They'll ship you foreign, For that is what it means. Here's the tender coming, Full of red marines. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY MOTHER, 1930 by KAREN SWENSON |