Barrack-Room Ballads and Verses
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ...guns guarded the great grey sides that were thirty foot in the sheer, When there came a certain trading brig with news of a privateer. Her rigging was rough with the clotted drift that drives in a Northern breeze, Her sides were clogged with the lazy weed that spawns in the Eastern seas. Light she rode in the rude tide-rip, to left and right she rolled, And the skipper sat on the scuttle-butt and stared at an empty hold. ' I ha' paid Port dues for your Law, ' quoth he, ' and where is the Law ye boast 'If I sail unscathed from a heathen port to be robbed on a Christian coast? 'Ye have smoked the hives of the Laccadives as we burn the lice in a bunk, ' We tack not now to a Gallang prow or a plunging Pei-ho junk; 'I had no fear but the seas were clear as far as a sail might fare ' Till I met with a lime-washed Yankee brig that rode ofi. Finisterre. 'There were canvas blinds to his bow-gun ports to screen the weight he bore, ' And the signals ran for a merchantman from Sandy Hook to the Nore. 'He would not fly the Rovers' flag--the bloody or the black, ' But now he floated the Gridiron and now he flaunted the Jack. ' He spoke of the Law as he crimped my crew--he swore it was only a loan; ' But when I would ask for my own again, he swore it was none of my own. ' He has taken my little parrakeets that nest beneath the Line, ' He has stripped my rails of the shaddock-frails and the green unripened pine; 'He has taken my bale of dammer and spice I won beyond the seas, ' He has taken my grinning heathen gods--and what shouldrhae want o' these? ' My foremast would not mend his boom, my deckhouse patch his boats; '...
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