At the Wharf End

Y E'LL weep it out, and sleep it out,
Faith, forget me in a day!
Ye'll talk it out, and walk it out —
Yis, I'll be long away!

But what a heavin' shoulder this
To rock a lad to sleep!
Och, me gerrl, that one kiss,
Ye knew it couldn't keep!

Some cry it out, and sigh it out,
But we'll forgit the ache!
Ye'll laugh it off, and chaff it off,
And learn to give and take!

And that's the gray ship waitin' me —
Sure, what's the good o' tears!
It's got to be, and ought to be —
One kiss — for twinty years!