. Salt-water poems and ballads. Jim can have myknife,You can divvy up the whack I havent scofft,An the ship can have my blessing and the Lord can havemy its time I quit the deck and went aloft. ONE OF WALLYS YARNS The watch was up on the topsail-yard a-making fast the sail,N Joe was swiggin his gasket taut, n I felt the stirrup give,N he dropped sheer from the topsl-yard n barely cleared the rail,N o course, we bein aloft, we couldnt do nothin —We couldnt lower a boat and go a-lookin for it blew hard n there was sech a sea runninThat no boat wouldnt live. I seed him rise in th
. Salt-water poems and ballads. Jim can have myknife,You can divvy up the whack I havent scofft,An the ship can have my blessing and the Lord can havemy its time I quit the deck and went aloft. ONE OF WALLYS YARNS The watch was up on the topsail-yard a-making fast the sail,N Joe was swiggin his gasket taut, n I felt the stirrup give,N he dropped sheer from the topsl-yard n barely cleared the rail,N o course, we bein aloft, we couldnt do nothin —We couldnt lower a boat and go a-lookin for it blew hard n there was sech a sea runninThat no boat wouldnt live. I seed him rise in the white o the wake, I seed him lift a hand(N him in his oilskin suit n all), I heard him lift a cry;N there was his place on the yard n all, n the stirrups busted the old man said theres a cruel old sea runnin,A cold green Barneys Bull of a sea runnin;Its hard, but I aint agoin to let a boat be lowered:So we left him there to die. He couldnt have kept afloat for long an him lashed upn all, D 33 34 SALT-WATER BALLADS. The watch was up on the topsail-yard a-making fast the sail,*N* Joe was swiggln* his gasket taut, n* I felt the stirrup ^-Z-we,N* he dropped sheer from the tops*I-yard *n barely cleared the nil,*N o* course, we bein aloit, ive couldn^t do nothin* — We couldnt lower a boat and go a-lookin for him, For it blew hard n* there was sech a sea runnin*That no boat wouldnt live. ONE OF WALLYS YARNS 35 N we couldnt see him for long, for the sea was blurred with the sleet n snow,N we couldnt think of him much because o the snortin, screamin was a hand less at the halliards n the braces,N a name less when the watch spoke to the muster-roll,N a empty bunk n a pannikin as wasnt wantedWhen the watch went below. A VALEDICTION (LIVERPOOL DOCKS) A CRIMP. A DRUNKEN SAILOR. Is there anything as I can do ashore for youWhen youve dropped down the tide ? — You can take n tell Nan Im goin about the world agen, N that the worlds tell her that there aint n
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