Sunsets ’way out at sea,
Evenings of pay days—golly,
It’s a queer thing, this memory!
Faces of pals in Homeburg
Voices of women folk,
Verses you learnt in schooldays
Pop up in the mist and smoke,
As you stand there, grippin’ that rifle,
A-starin’, and chilled to the bone,
Wonderin’ and wonderin’ and wonderin’,