WHERE GO THE BOATS?

Dark brown is the river,
       Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
       With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
        Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
        Where will all come home?

On goes the river
        And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
        Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
        A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
       Shall bring my boats  ashore.

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

MY SHIP AND I

O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,
Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;
And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;
But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out
How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.

For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm,
And the dolly I intend to come alive;
And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go,
It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow
And the vessel goes a divie-divie dive.

O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,
And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;
For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore,
To land upon the island where no dolly was before,
And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON