Here's the original poem as composed by C:

From SAILOR TOWN, edited by Cicely Fox Smith, published by George H. Doran Co., © 1919, pp. 11-12

SAILOR TOWN

Along the wharves in sailor town a singing whisper goes
Of the wind among the anchored ships, the wind that gently blows
Off a broad, brimming water, where summer day has died
Like a wounded whale a-sounding in the sunset tide.

There's a big China liner gleaming like a gull,
And her lit ports flashing, there's the long gaunt hull
Of a Blue-Funnel freighter with her derricks stark and still;
And a tall barque loading at the lumber mill.

And in the shops of sailor town is every kind of thing
That the sailors buy there, or the ship' crews bring:
Shackles for a sea-chest and pink cockatoos,
Fifty-cent alarm clocks and dead men's shoes.

You can hear the gulls crying, and the cheerful noise
Of a concertina going, and a singer's voice -
And the wind's song and the tide's song, crooning soft and low
Rum old songs in sailor town that seamen know.

I dreamed a dream in sailor town, a foolish dream and vain
Of ships and men departed, of old days come again -
And an old song in sailor town, an old song to sing,
When shipmate meets with shipmate in the evening.


Cheerily,
Charley Noble