Bill Adams Poems on Hell (3 Poems)

I’ve Been Dreamin’ (Bill Adams Poems)

I’ve been dreamin’,Of a randy, dandy clipper with her tops’ls set,Pitchin’ heavy down the westin’ with the leeches wet.Bill Newland, the old skipper, from his high bridge head,Shoutin’ to us packet rats — an’ these the words he said:“Hop along, … Continue reading →

All Hands On Deck (Bill Adams Poems)

Rouse out, you sleepers! Come, now, rise and shine!How would you like to hear that cry again?You rolled into your bunk at eight, and now it’s nine!You hear the wind, the lashing of the rain;You thought they’d let you sleep … Continue reading →

Home Round The Horn (Bill Adams Poems)

It’s blowing up squally, it’s piping like hell,And the packet she rolls till she tinkles her bell;Oh, I hope it may blow for a week at the least;She’s a Liverpool packet and bound to the East. Her foresail is reefed, … Continue reading →