And trimmed the lamps as the sun went Three fishers went sailing out into the west Three wives sat up in the light-house tower, the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town, For men must work, and women must weep; And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning. down; And they looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, And the rack it 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. |