TO THE LITTLE GIRL NEXT DOOR

Over miles of ocean blue Straight my ship sails home to you, For I know you’re sure to wait In the orchard, by the gate. When I go to fight the bear In the woodpile, growling there, Kind and bravely near you sit Begging me beware of it. Once, when in the reeds we hid Just the way the pirates did, With your head upon my arm Safe I guarded you from harm. Oh, how much a man can dare When he has a lady fair! For your soldier I was made All the times you are afraid.