BEHOLD this swarthy face, these gray eyes,This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return,We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.