Resurrection (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
When I leave this Western ocean, to the South'ard I will steerIn a tall Colonial clipper, far an' far enough ...
When I was a lad and went to seaIn Seventy-seven or six maybe,There was ten tall ships on MerseysideDid sail ...
As I was walking beside the docks I met a pal o' mineI sailed with once on the Colonies' run ...
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
In Burke's Saloon, among the crowd,I heard Bill Brewster boasting loud,Boasting loud and boasting longA lot of longshore stiffs among.And ...
"We sweep a bit and we fight a bit—an' that's what we like the best— But a towin' job ...
I ain't no glutton for work, said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,An' I'd never say 'No' ...
Bright plates and pannikinsTo sail the seas around,And a new donkey's breakfastFor the outward bound! Shanghaied in San FranciscoWe brought ...
Scented soap and lily handsA long farewell to you!I'm away to foreign landsWith a hard-case crew.Luck to you, my gemmy ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
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