. Salt-water poems and ballads. ehooker now. When the old blind fiddler played the tune of Pipe the Watch Below,The skew-eyed landlord dowsed the glim and bade us stamp n go,N we linked it home, did Bill n I, adown the scattered we fetched to Land o Nod atween the linen sheets. PORT OF MANY SHIPS Its a sunny pleasant anchorage, is Kingdom Come,Where crews is always layin aft for double-tots o* rum,N theres dancin n fiddlin of evry kind o a fine place for sailor-men is that there port. N I wish — I wish as I was there. The winds is never nothin more than jest light airs,N
. Salt-water poems and ballads. ehooker now. When the old blind fiddler played the tune of Pipe the Watch Below,The skew-eyed landlord dowsed the glim and bade us stamp n go,N we linked it home, did Bill n I, adown the scattered we fetched to Land o Nod atween the linen sheets. PORT OF MANY SHIPS Its a sunny pleasant anchorage, is Kingdom Come,Where crews is always layin aft for double-tots o* rum,N theres dancin n fiddlin of evry kind o a fine place for sailor-men is that there port. N I wish — I wish as I was there. The winds is never nothin more than jest light airs,N no-one gets belayin-pinned, n no-one never swears,Yer free to loaf an laze around, yer pipe atween yer lips,Lollin on the focsle, sonny, lookin at the ships. N I wish — I wish as I was there. For ridin in the anchorage the ships of all the worldHave got one anchor down n all sails the sunken hookers n the crews as took n diedThey lays there merry, sonny, swingin to the tide. N I wish — I wish as I was 2 c a a ^ X i J3 o PORT OF MANY SHIPS 41 Drowned old wooden hookers green wi drippin as never fetched to port, as never came back,Swingin to the blushin tide, dippin to the swell,N the crews all singin, sonny, beatin on the bell. N I wish — I wish as I was there. CAPE HORN GOSPEL —I I WAS in a hooker once, said Karlssen, And Bill, as was a seaman, died, So we lashed him in an old tarpaulin And tumbled him across the side; And the fun of it was that all his gear was Divided up among the crew Before that blushing human error. Our crawling little captain, knew. On the passage home one morning(As certain as I prays for grace)There was old Bills shadder a-haulingAt the weather mizzen-topsail was all grown green with sea-weed,He was all lashed up and shored;So I says to him, I says, Why, Billy!Whats a-bringin of you back aboard ? Im a-weary of them there mermaids,Says old Bills ghost to me;It aint no place for a ChristianBelow there
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