Ragged Sailors.
O ragged, ragged Sailors!
I pray you answer me:
What may you all be doing
So far away from sea?
“We’re loitering by the roadsides,
We’re lingering on the hills,
To talk with pretty Daisies
In stiff and snowy frills.
“And though our blue be ragged,
Right welcome still are we
To tell the nodding lasses
Long tales about the sea!”