Built in the fashion of a sailor’s heart
Like to a ship as what’s on land can be.
And all in front, each housewife’s care and pride,
A tiny garden. Rows of poppies red,
Gay flaming hollyhocks and mignonette,
And good old-fashioned “jump-ups” rear their head.
Quaint folk, with many a tale of bygone days,
When men sailed off and sometimes came no more;
When women stayed at home to work and wait,
And wear their hearts out on that smiling shore.