A Christmas Song / William Cox Bennett

A Christmas Song

   Blow, wind, blow,
Sing through yard and shroud;
Pipe it shrilly and loud,
   Aloft as well as below;
Sing in my sailor’s ear      
The song I sing to you,
“Come home, my sailor true,
For Christmas that comes so near.”

   Go, wind, go,
Hurry his home-bound sail,      
Through gusts that are edged with hail,
   Through winter, and sleet, and snow;
Song, in my sailor’s ear,
Your shrilling and moans shall be,
For he knows they sing him to me
And Christmas that comes so near.

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William Cox Bennett (1820-1895)
from Songs for Sailors, 1872

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

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