"Fishers went sailin' out into the West, out into the West as the sun goes down; each thought on the woman who lov'd him best. And the children stood watchin' them out of the town. For men must work, and women must weep, and there's little to earn, and many to keep, though the harbor bar be moanin'. Three wives sat up in the light-house tower, and they trimm'd the lamp as the sun went down. They look'd at the squall, and they look'd at the shower, and the night rack came rolling up ragged and brown! Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, in the morning gleam as the town went down. And the women are weepin' and wringin' their hands for those who will never come back to the town; for men must work, and women must weep, and the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep - and good-by to the bar and its moanin'."