The Rambling Sailor/Fin De Fête

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FIN DE FÊTE
SWEETHEART, for such a dayOne mustn't grudge the score;Here, then, it's all to pay,  It's Good-night at the door.
Good-night and good dreams to you,—  Do you remember the picture-book thievesWho left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through,  And how the birds came down and covered them with leaves?
So you and I should have slept,—But now,  Oh, what a lonely head!With just the shadow of a waving bough  In the moonlight over your bed.
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