“I’m Thinking of You”
A Sailor’s Letter
I haven’t had time to drop you a line
And thought perhaps you might grieve
So I send you this card just to say I’m alright
And longing to see you again when on “leave”
When Old England’s Call for sailor’s to fight
For her Honour – in me caused a thrill
I felt fight I must. Or else I would “bust”
So I’m at Pompey – putting in drill
The work it is stiff, for we’re “at it” all day
And sometimes half of the night
But we’re hardening to it and getting quite fit
And thank goodness we’re “Merry and Bright”
My duty calls me as this picture tells
To the place where the fighting is done
And once British Tars get grip of the foe
There’s no letting go until they have wine
So, cheer up, my dear, tho’ parted we are
And though I’m so far away
My loved ones are ever first in my thoughts
I’m thinking of you every day
