I wish you both a good going,
Clear, cloudless skies,
Calm seas, and a smooth tide flowing
At anchor-rise.

Aye, and a fair wind filling
Your sail at under-waying 
And soon, God willing,
Fresh crew - tussle-headed children playing

And when life`s eased to a gold Septembering
Home-fall, final anchor-drop and rest,
Serenity, content, and a fond remembering
Of all that was best.