And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;
They looked at the squall and they looked at the shower,
And the [nightrack came rolling] up ragged and brown;
But men must work and women must weep,
Though storms be sudden and waters deep,
And the harbor bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands,
In the [morning gleam] as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
For those who will never come home to the town;