I'm sorting through loads of half finished poems and songs and came across this. I think I wrote it some years ago but my memory is not what it was. Does anybody recognise it?
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How can I start to tell her

A ship waits in the harbour,
The moon is soft and low:
My love she sits beside me,
Little does she know
That in a while I'm leaving,
My destiny untold.
And soon she may be grieving,
With our love as yet unknown.

How can I start to tell her,
The things she needs to know.

An Irish band is playing,
A sad old tune I know.
I wish that I was staying,
It breaks my heart to go.
And when again I'll see her,
Well God alone can say,
And I would gladly be him,
If I could find a way.

How can I start to tell her,
The things I need to say.

Will my darling miss me,
And say a prayer for me?
Then when the war is over,
The day they set me free,
At last I'll be returning,
Will she be there just for me?

Then I can start to tell her,
Just what she means to me.

A JJJ (????????)