Pals

'What's become o' the ship you went to sea with A month ago or more? And what's become o' the pal you used to be with When you was last ashore?' 'She's made a far port an' a quiet mooring, And a strange landfall . . . She's where she won't heed the sea's roaring, If she hears it there at all. 'There's no bell to strike nor watch to keep there, An' no wind to blow . . . It's a spell o' rest he's found an' a deep sleep there, An' a long watch below . . . 'An' I'll find many another ship to sign in, For they clear with every tide, An' I'll find plenty ports with pals o' mine in, For the world's good an' wide . . . An' I'll maybe find a ship as good as she was, But never another friend, Never another pal as good as he was, Not till the world's end . . .'