Scented soap and lily hands
A long farewell to you!
I’m away to foreign lands
With a hard-case crew.
Luck to you, my gemmy writers,
I’ve got Dago Joe,
And a crew of squarehead blighters
Roaring in the snow.
Do ye hear them, lily fingers?
Do ye catch their tune?
Do ye hear them fo’c’sle singers
Shouting to the moon?
“Squall to windward!” Bosun yelling,
“Up there! Up you go!”
Feel the southern ocean swelling
To the coming blow!
Oh, the sea is black and crying,
And the wind cries too,
And a swinging clipper’s flying
For a singing crew.
Poetry to me is motion,
And the rolling thunder,
And the crashing black commotion
When the rail goes under.
Ho, I ain’t no gemmy writer!
I’m a hard-case, see?
I’m a poor barefooted blighter,
But, thank God, I’m me!
(Bill Adams)
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