Grain Of Salt, A

Of all the wimming doubly blest
    The sailor's wife's the happiest,
    For all she does is stay to home
    And knit and darn, and let 'im roam.

    Of all the husbands on the earth
    The sailor has the finest berth,
    For in 'is cabin he can sit
    And sail and sail, and let 'er knit.