Dark, Dark Lay The Drifters Against The Red West, As They Shot Their Long Meshes Of Steel Overside; And The Oily Green Waters Were Rocking To Rest When Kilmeny Went Out, At The Turn Of The Tide; And Nobody Knew Where That Lassie Would Roam, For The Magic That Called Her Was Tapping Unseen. It Was Well-Nigh A Week Ere Kilmeny Came Home, And Nobody Knew Where Kilmeny Had Been. She'd A Gun At Her Bow That Was Newcastle'S Best, And A Gun At Her Stern That Was Fresh From The Clyde, And A Secret Her Skipper Had Never Confessed, Not Even At Dawn, To His Newly-Wed Bride; And A Wireless That Whispered Above, Like A Gnome, The Laughter Of London, The Boasts Of Berlin.... O, It May Have Been Mermaids That Lured Her From Home; But Nobody Knew Where Kilmeny Had Been. It Was Dark When Kilmeny Came Home From Her Quest With Her Bridge Dabbled Red Where Her Skipper Had Died; But She Moved Like A Bride With A Rose At Her Breast, And Well Done Kilmeny! The Admiral Cried. Now, At Sixty-Four Fathom A Conger May Come And Nose At The Bones Of A Drowned Submarine; But--Late In The Evening Kilmeny Came Home, And Nobody Knew Where Kilmeny Had Been. There'S A Wandering Shadow That Stares At The Foam, Though They Sing All The Night To Old England, Their Queen. Late, Late In The Evening, Kilmeny Came Home; And Nobody Knew Where Kilmeny Had Been.