Girls’ Songs for Seafarers, III

I will knit him a foam-white jersey,
Soft as the breast of the mew;
Or, if he prefers, he
May have it of deep-sea blue.

I will knit him stockings of crimson
Soft as the fall of flowers,
Of the colour that dims on
The islands in evening hours.

And I will knit him a bonnet
Soft as the breast of the dove,
With tassel-bobs on it –
Oh, my laddie, my love!