A Sailor’s Lament

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I’m a sailor on the Edward L. Ryerson.

A ship called the Queen of the Lakes.

I work every day in the engine room.

I work as my broken heart aches.

We sail from Superior to Hamilton.

Photo courtesy of Roger LeLievre

We pass through the famous Soo Locks.

I stand on the deck of the ship and I search

For your face in the crowd by the docks.

But your sweet loving smile I can’t find,

And your laugh that I loved I can’t hear.

My darling you left me this Christmas.

How will I survive this next year?

My dearest, send me empty packages

So the fellows will think you still care.

Send boxes, empty boxes my darlin’

And this ache in my heart I will bear.

I’m a sailor on the Edward L. Ryerson

Surrounded by men all the same.

We hope that our wives and our sweethearts

Remain true ’till we see them again.

 

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