Untitled Postscript Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Time for us to go, now it's all done and ended,
All that was beastly, and all that was splendid,
The rough and the smooth and the worst and the best of it,
Sad times and bad times, all gone with the rest of it.

Stout hearts and faint hearts, cheery blokes, glum blokes,
The workers, the shirkers, the plain blokes, the rum blokes.
Gone down the years like the snatch of a song -
Time for us to leave her, and - shipmates, so long!