"Sweethearts and wives!" The goblet pass!
A bumper let it be!
Bright eyes are sparkling through each glass;
'Tis Saturday night at sea.
Bright eyes are sparkling through each glass;
'Tis Saturday night at sea!
A matron sits by the fireside,
Her children at her knee;
They're breathing prayers that we may glide
In safety o'er the sea… (REF)
The maiden droops in her shady bower:
What cause for grief has she?
A heart that heeds not bird or flower
Is with us on the sea…(REF)
But brighter hours are yet in store
From every danger free;
We'll share the smiles of those on shore
We toasted on the sea… (REF)
Instrumental break
"Sweethearts and wives!" The goblet pass
A bumper let it be –
Bright eyes are sparkling through each glass;
It's Saturday night at sea.
Bright eyes are sparkling through each glass;
It's Saturday night at sea!
(According to John Malcolm Brinnin,
The Sway of the Grand Saloon: A Social History
of the North Atlantic, pp. 73-75,
a poem called "Saturday Night at Sea"
was written in 1838 by Judge Joseph Howe
aboard the brig Tyrian as she made a transatlantic voyage.
Adapted for singing by Norris Dale, © 2008.)
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