See You In Liverpool Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

The hatches are on, sonny, an' the cargo's all stowed:
Time to say 'So long' now, time to take the road:
Pals we've been an' good pals, drunk an' took our fun -
An' I'll meet you in Liverpool some day, my son!

All roads lead to Rome, sonny, so the sayin' goes:
But the long road, the salt road, the road a ship knows,
'Ull lead a man to the Bar Light afore his time is done -
An' I'll see you in Liverpool some day, my son!

All the bells'll ring, sonny, all the crews'll cheer,
Watchin' of us goin', droppin' down the tier,
Shakin' of 'er topsail reefs out one by one -
An' we'll all meet in Liverpool one day, my son!

It might be a year, sonny, it might be two or three,
For the salt road's a long road for chaps like you an' me:
But fair weather or foul weather, good luck or bad,
I'll meet you in Liverpool some day, my lad!