The sailor trod over the glittering glass
A-dazzle with jags of red
And came to a man leaning over a wall
With a shadow above his head.
"Can you tell me the nearest First Aid Post"
The sailor said to the man,
But the lounging figure made no reply
For the back of his head was gone.
The sailor wiped the sweat from his face
And he laughed in a hapless way,
"O Christ! little fish" he said to the babe
"This isn't no place to stay"