The mornin' sun is climbin' up the sky;
   What poets call "the firmyment" is blue,
Andf birds is singin' in the trees close by
   Their love-songs true;
And primroses is poppin' up their 'eads
A-smilin' at me from their leafy beds.

An' I go out a-walkin' in the sun
   An' think o' you a thousand miles away
A-trampin' decks, same's me an' you 'ave done
   Day after day;
An' wonder who's the Peach wot's by yer side -
The Tart wot's took the place I occupied.

An' wot it is yer tellin' 'er about,
   A-gazin' in her eyes!  Not that I care!
Is it the stars wot yous a-pointin' out?
   My stars - to her?
An' 'oldin' of 'er arm when the boat rolls,
An' sayin' all that guyver 'bout' two souls.

That have a single thought - ah! Kid.
   Not long ago, upon that same blue sea,
Yer said (fair dinkum, now, you know you did)
   The same to me!
Yer squeezed my arm; and when Night's curtain fell,
Yer kissed me, and we sighted Cape Farewell!

And next night, when we climbed that little hill,
   That bonzer hill, all golden wif the gorse,
And sat beneath that boshter moon until
   We lost our course,
And steered for Dreamland wif a fairy crew -
Then all the world, Kid, was just me an' you.

An' then there was the night whe you an' me
   Walked miles all though the lupins 'and in 'and
An' watched the rollers of the moonlit sea
   Break on the sand;
Then found a corner - Kid! you ain't forgot?
If I wus dyin' I could see that spot.

But wot's the good o' sighin'?  I'm alone.
   An' wishin' won't bring back them lost delights;
But, when I think about the days that's flown
   An' moonlight nights
Me heart aches badly, cos 'tis you I miss -
I'd swim the ocean, Kid, for just one kiss.

"A. Graeme"
The Bulletin, 9 September 1916, p3