I wandered up and down the quay to-day,
And yesterday, and many days before,
In and out, aboard the ships I've found my way,
And tramped their sun-baked decks till I'm foot sore;
The shipping folk are mostly strange and queer,
And yet, sometimes an old familiar face
Will greet me from the decks or on the pier,
An' then I know I'm in a friendly place.