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the sea is a wilderness haunted by magical ships plyingfrom wonderful countries. To the Elizabethans ( asShakespeare

,M arkham

,Webster

,and Heywood) it is a

place of tempest,or the scene of battle, or the haunt of

pirates. To the Jacobeans (as Browne, Fletcher, Dekker,and Daborne) it is magical or tempestuous, or the hauntof pirates. To Donne, as I have said, it was desolate andhorrible. To Sackville, the courtier, it was little save aplace of exile

,where one could have wine and hard knocks

and a little quiet dice,but no ladies . To Falconer it was

dangerous and deadly.

None of these poets took delight in the contemplation ofthe sea . Shakespeare

,indeed

,invites to merriment upon

the sands. Fletcher dreams about beautiful islands, peopledbygoddesses or princesses. Heywood tells us of sea captainsdrinking wine at a tavern . Theothers “dismiss the sea witha shudder. Nashe alone seems to have a word of praise forher. To Nashe she is the original home of SolymanHerring

,

” “our dappert Piemont H uldrick H erring,” “the

puissant red herring,the golden H esperides red herring, the

M eonianred herring, the red ‘herring of Red Herrings Hall .To Nashe sheis the “glassy fieldes of Thetis,

” the boiling desert, full of careeringest bil lowes, over which gothe smacks of Yarmouth and never bruise one bubble.”

From Nashe alone does the sea get sympathetic treatmentand the sympathy of Nashe is not worth a very great deal .It was notuntil the nineteenth century that she came toher own. ThenKeats, Shelley ,

Byron , Wordsworth,anda school of landscape painters taught us to regard her

,as

we regard her now, not as a hedge but as an outlet,not

as an enemy but as a manifestation .

Our sea heroes have received,on the whole

,as scanty

recognition as their element. Until the beginning of thenineteenth century the poets who honoured our sailorswere generally ballad - singers, greater in their zeal than in

M m . Theretrea few poems“byeminenthmdsw emment a flmw chu Peele

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s addm to DI-ak eand

Hawk ins, the noble pa ge in Browne’s Pastomls,Da yton’

s poemto the Virginian Voyage, and Marvell 's

poemto Blake; bot thueareexoeptim As s t-electin

glut poetshovelefl our grut semenumnng. Wehaveno greot eplc poemon thedeeds ot

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onr nflm Thehlhd-dngenhevedooetheir bett for us, and

“thebest

Vernon tak ing Porto Our true sea epics arewrittea h pmentbu thmtu veme. They areto befound tn tbe thl 'ee

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tn StrWeltu Rdeigb'

nM y of then v, tn theboohoq uea el Sheivocke, Dampier, Wal ter, Cook ,

appea bo hovehken fim hold opon tbemtiona l

Thoughthemmd them ba oa luveremained forthemt p rtm ng, the ftult b nther mchl thanperm ]. Until thenlneteentheentury theEnglishhadBtflemeof theu jeuymd gundeur ot

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certtmupectsd w arfi end thonghtbey eod d fw md tmntome,they oould not gla

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y ln tbe splendommd bemty, of

bra k ing'

n ta . As a mtion tbey hnveregnded their

M m hm thhg themen y. Theyhuvebrok entbeir beuts or obeyed themor w oepted themblindly,but they hfl enever gloded tntbemno thotweneed notlook inbmb of udy lioglhhpoetq, for eny raptureof

paeepfioo ol'

them'

s beauty, nor nptufeof pmiaeof ahero'

snobleel ort. Our poetia l ctreugthlsnottnrapturemmm mmm fin and inchanctedmtion,monuped afly theebenctefinfionof bomely types. Wehtvehed few gmt poems of thesea ,md no gra te1fic of

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the sea heroes, but we have had unmatchable sea characters in our poetry and in our prose fiction .

The sa ilor has been expressed for us with perfect artand perfect truth

,though he himself may complain of the

treatment he has received . The poets have not lovedhim. They have not been attracted by him. They havedismissed him

,not with a shudder

,but with a volley of

his own oaths or with a scrap of his own song, as a sort ofmonster

,a sort of sea- bear

,a sort of a bawling rough

Commodore Trunnion . So far as I know there are nothalf a dozen attractive naval characters, crea ted andcelebrated in poetry or in prose fiction

,prior to the early

nineteenth century. If a poet or a novelist desired acommon seaman or a sea captain in his art, he followedthe type of Chaucer’s shipman or of Shakespeare’s boatswain for the one

,and that of Congreve’s “young Ben

or Smollett’s Commodore,or Edmund Thompson’s Captain

M izen for the other. Heywood’

s sea captains, at the inn,are perhaps the best we have prior to M iss Austen andCaptain M arryat, though our fiction makers have alwaysdone wel l with pirates, as with Captain Ward and CaptainRoberts.We cannot wonder that the poets have said so little

that is beautiful about the sailor. There is little to sayabout him ; and that little, to a perceptive person, is veryreadily apparent. The poetic

,or sea - bear sailor

,who

bawls and drinks and raps you out oaths and bangs upontables with his cudgel

,is always to be found. One can

find himon blue water ships at the present time ; andwhere he exists he is the best man in the vessel . He isnot fitted to command

,but he is excellent before the

mast. Hehas hardly changed since Chaucer’s time. Onecould find a dozen like Chaucer’s shipman in any dock inLiverpool or New York or Sydney or San Francisco. Heno longer wears “faldyng,

”or rough Irish frieze, but he

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unever withonteknife(u hewil l tell youhimself ina

m w ubymd heh tnnned by thewind and themend oomndg a standhy innny tndden trouble. It is significant tha t Chaucernote-thegoodne- ot

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his fehwuhip directly hehu dnwnhhportrnit. Hedeocxibeshh riding

“uhecouthe" (aswelLthat has - a flot geneully rida —oomething likeamkxend hetelhmof hia dothmmd knife, and tan.

Directly themnnhas heendefined forns, Chaneer pointsowthis chiefehnneterhtic

Ani a

that being theonemlxunelyettnctivething inal l sailors.

Fmtherug he ts emeremfien withnknavishtrick of

bunching thewinew h in thehold “while that theChapmandeq) . Of nyee conscience, or tenderness,cr udinny hmmnmeny,hc is esreleu. l fhefights, andWhenn hh pthoneu tna topuflend dumps them

Bym hennthemhoou to evel y hmd” :

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m a rd.

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d um' hileheeenstow a ship’

s hold hkean arfist.Withenthig hehmther-butmmd tonghened by thesea.

bnt ulinnt and tmsty. On thewholehe is themostpa ieetnib r inm tit bough, whenwegethima fittleolderend a littlegentler, inMarryat

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the sea heroes, but we have had unmatchable sea characters in our poetry and in our prose fiction.

The sailor has been expressed for us with perfect art

and perfect truth,though he himself may complain of the

treatment he has received . The poets have not lovedhim . They have not been attracted by him. They havedismissed him

,not with a shudder

,but with a volley of

his own oaths or with a scrap of his own song, as a sort ofmonster

,a sort of sea - bear

,a sort of a bawling rough

Commodore Trunnion . So far as I know there are nothalf a dozen attractive naval characters, created andcelebrated in poetry or in prose fiction

,prior to the early

nineteenth century. If a poet or a novelist desired acommon seaman or a sea captain in his art

, he foll owedthe type of Chaucer’s shipman or of Shakespeare’s boatswain for the one

,and that of Congreve’s “young Ben

or Smol lett’s Commodore,or Edmund Thompson’s Captain

M izen for the other. Heywood’

s sea captains, at the in ,

areperhaps the best we have prior to M iss Austen andCaptain M arryat, though our fiction makers have alwaysdone wel l with pirates, as with Captain Ward and CaptainRoberts.We cannot wonder that the poets have said so little

that is beautiful about the sailor. There is little to sayabout him ; and that little, to a perceptive person, is veryreadily apparent. The poetic

,or sea - bear sailor

,who

bawls and drinks and raps you out oaths and bangs upontables w ith his cudgel

,is always to be found . One can

find himon blue water ships at the present time ; andwhere he exists he is the best man in the vessel . He isnot fitted to command, but he is excellent before themast. Hehas hardly changed since Chaucer’s time. Onecould find a dozen like Chaucer’s shipman in any dock inLiverpool or New York or Sydney or San Francisco . Heno longer wears “faldyng,

”or rough Irish frieze, but he

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M m ymd behhnned by thewind end thea lmond heb a

“good felewe,

”egood M usta rd

by inanymddentronble. It is oignificant thet Chmoernota thegoodne- ofhhfehweehip directly hehu dnwnhhportnlt. Hedeoa ibuhimriding

“u beeouthe" (esvelL thot hu e-fla genenlly rldeo—oomething likeamk xmd hetefls md hindothq md knife, end tan.

Directly thetnmhas beendefined formCtmwer pointsouthhehief eheneterk tie

And w tninty hem a p od lehwe,”

thnt being theonemptemelyettnctivethiug innll sailors.Fa themg hehnmeremfinn withnkmvishtrick of

bmeehtng the v inemh in thehold “while that thechnpmmdeep.

“Of nyoc conscience, or tendcmess,or otdtnny hununmenymeheuelm lt

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hetightsflndwing hem hh prboneu tna topuil end dumln them

By nw hew be- boou to emy hnd” ;

he“mkel n tet-qnnieh of than, u theElinbethanloud hinted to hhmoee-ful ptute. But withall hhbmtnlity nnd cnnning behnmfinnennnd nknow ledge

nble fel lmv. He“knows his tenmof bunting and thc

m a ul .”

Hem mk w the fidq he knows the

t egood pib t of theChmnel and iupomat e-mvhile beeenstow a ship

’

s hold tikeanutist.Withall tt eb mthet-beatennnd tonghened by the

nee.

but u lhnt end tmsty. On thewholehe is themostw mmm dvewfifimw wbenwegcthhn

a littleolderend elittlegentlenin Marryat'

s Swinburne,welikehimnther better.

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Shakespeare’s sailor,Sebastian’s “bawling, blasphemous,

incharitable dog,

” is much such another. His lack ofcharity places him alongside the shipman, as it wouldplace him alongside many sailors of the present day. Heis without any “bowels of mercies

,

” but he is diligent inhis office, and a faithful servant, as long as there areplanks beneath him . He has a fine contempt for shorefolk. To shore - folk he gives a rough tongue .

“Keepyour cabins

,

” “Out of our way,I say,

” “What do youhere ? etc . but his men are “my hearts and “goodhearts

,good fellows whom he cheers and heartens .

There are one or two sailors in Webster’s comedies, andthe best of these is something more human than eitherShakespeare’s

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sea- bear or than Smol lett’s sea - bulldog ;but in forming the present volume I have tried to avoidquotations from plays . Such quotations can seldom bedetached effectually from their context

,unless they are

purely descriptive. I must pass to the consideration ofthose sea ballads which

,after all

,make up the bulk of

the sea poetry we possess .The ballads are mostly ancient. One or two were

written as late as 1 820; and one, a very merry ballad on“Jack Robinson

,may be as late as 1 8 30. But most of

them, certainly all of those with any serious pretensionsto beauty

,date from the sixteenth

,seventeenth, and

eighteenth centuries . They may be classed,as I have

ventured to class them,in several broad div isions . They

may be ballads which illustrate naval history ; or balladsof sea life

,its dangers

,wonders

,and delights ; or ballads

of tragical disaster,or of poetical justice such as Brown

Robyn’

s Confession or Captain Glen . M any of them,

and some of these are among the best,are love ballads,

either from the sailor to his lady or viceversd. As a rulethe lady’s verses are to be preferred to the sailor’s .Theearliest ballads which illustrate our sea history are

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them (that included in this volume) has any literarymerit. Thedefeat of the Armada seems to have beenless fruitful to the poets than the defeat of various pirates .Among the best of the sea - battle ballads are those describing the overcoming of Sir Andrew Barton, a Scottishknight who scoured the Channel and intercepted Englishmerchant- ships during the reign of Henry V I I I. SirAndrew was not, in the strict sense, a pirate, as hisquarrel was with the Portuguese, but he stopped so manyEnglish traders in his search for Portuguese goods thatit became necessary “to reason with him. He has inspired many ballads, but this old sixteenth - century balladis by far the most stirring of them. Sometimes, as in theversions of the ballad which are still familiar to Englishcountry folk, he figures as Henry, or Sir Henry, M artynone of three Scottish brothers who cast dice

,or kevels

,

to decide which of them should turn pirate to support theothers . The ancient ballad gives a very curious pictureof a sea fight. Theactual fighting was perhaps a littlemore determined

,and at closer range ; but still, in read

ing the ballad, one creates a fine image of the battle,the

ships lying near together, in a good deal of smoke fromfire pots and the like, while the archers, in the littlegilded tops

,keep shooting at the officers. Apart from its

historical and pictorial worth, the ballad is manly andgrand . There is nobility in the rover' s cry

Fight on, my men,’ Sir Andrew sayes,‘ A little I ’mehurt

,but yett not slaine;

l’

lc but lyedowneand bleed'a a w i nk,

And then I ’leriseand fight agayne.”

Sir Andrew is never less than a hero. He has style ; heis no “gentleman of fortune ” like Bonnet or Roberts .He dies like a king, and his dead face wears such anobleness that his very enemies lament him .

Morepopular thsnSirAulrew wss s lster pirate, whosemmefior msny yesnm terrible to theflnglish. Hetnsptred s poetia l phy, two chep-book s, s number of

than. This ohnWw d, a Kentishfisherman, who,after eshort servieenbosrd theLion’s t pmsn-of-war,

temc fl ths mw of dmkmmtmmd at lsst

Turk md settled down at'

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nnis. He beeunehed d s m d edmy d ptnM withwhomhemedthehledtternnenn, to the destmetion ot

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55 E lm g theTnnhonngep sdmg whmhe lived royally,

Wflflm U th'w mppd fl thMmM snd wems toharemjoyed bis supper.

Thebel lsds sboot d srenot histol -ieel. They dem1 be e wa sderful lnttle between n k ing

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thes ship,Rah-bow, endWerd ’

s cruiser. They give thefortunes of

tbeflght toWud, bnt theglory to theRaiabow, or tos“dunsel of fame"

who bnndled the k tng’

s ship whmhermpuinwu hnrt.

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fight with Ward, and perhaps her captain, or some manaboard her

,made the ballad in the glory of his hea rt.

And perhaps some lover, with an heroical lady, imaginedthe circumstances of the “damsel of fame.Sir Francis Drake’s achievements on the Spanish main

near Venta Cruz in 1572 were celebrated, some seventyyears later

,in an opera by Sir William Davenant. He

was not neglected by his contemporaries, as has beenstated too frequently

,for in addition to Peele’s send -off

he is hymned by Charles Fitz- Gefiery and by his followerThomas Greepe. Robert Blake

,the Admiral of the

Parliament, was honoured during his life, by AndrewM arvell

,in a fine poem. The seventeenth century is

rich in sea poems and with these two copies of verseswe may bracket Heywood ’s poem on “TheSovereign ofthe Seas

,

”Browne’s splendid fragment on the decay of

sea adventure,and a number of rousing ballads . After

the Restoration we have Sack vil le’s To all you Ladies,

and a few love ballads of the “Come all ye ” kind,and

a drinking song which means business.The eighteenth century gives us several interesting

poems. We have one very fine ballad on the death ofAdmiral Benbow

,and a bragging strophe in honour of

Admiral Vernon.

“TheTaking of Porto Bello (for thesixth or seventh time in our national history) caused thenation to lose its wits. The ballad in this collectionpreserves one little mite of the general enthusiasm.

Those who collect old china will know how frequentlythe mugs and bowls and plates of 1 740and thereaboutsare decorated with Vernon’s face

,or with pictures of his

ships. Thetriumphant, not to say braggart, note of theballad (which is a good ballad) may be compared withanother note, another tune in the same orchestra, in theballad of Hosier’s Ghost.”

Theeighteenth century was a piratical century, as well

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worst. Prince Hoare’s Arethusa is an admirable ballad,not perfect in its form by any means, but full of spirit

Ondeck fivehundred mendid dance,Thestoutest they could find in France.Wewithtwo hundred did advanceOnboard of theAral/mm.

”

There is also a rousing though vainglorious ballad on someof the British naval victories under Jervis, Duncan, andNelson. It goes

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to the tune of “TheRoast Beef of OldEngland. To one with a voice like a gale of wind it maybe confidently recommended . Nelson receives a numberof memorial verses

,some of them of grea t dignity ; but his

victories roused little music save that of drums for manyyears after his final triumph . One of the very best of thesea ballads of this period is that called Spanish Ladies

,

a poem in which some unk nown sailor describes his voyagehome

,and the picking up of the various headlands

,the

Dodman,RamHead, the Start, etc. etc. as the ship comes

leisurely up Channel towards the Downs. Rather laterwe have the excellent ditty of “Jack Robinson, byThomas Hudson, a poem in which the ancient man - of

wars man, with his grog and his pigtail, takes his finalleave of us .Of the ballads which illustrate life at sea, none are quite

so good as the earliest. Thepoem of the pilgrims,sailing

from “Sandwych orWinchelsee,” to some French port,from which they could tramp to Compostel la, is as vividand as vigorous as a poem could well be . One can hardlyread it without imaging the ship, some tub of a dromond,as she goes butting through the Channel, with her foresaildark with sprays as high as the yard, and her deck likeRa chel mourning for her children, and her cabins like woeunutterable. It makes one a little squeamish even to readit. There are the groans and the misery and the loud

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a lk ing at thebowg and thewirehumof thewind intherigging, and the“O ta lly -

y-ho,

"of thesa ilors

then themockery of theeall to dinner. But thepoemdoes not brtng onevery far. lt is good of its k ind, but

therearebetter ldnds. Themaretheuxagieal and terribleM uch as

“The Selchte," “The Demon lo ver,"

like“TheSelehle (withits ruggestionot'

uncanny

preselencetnthehuman, hihmnanereature) who hsd notbl ooded bng by thesmg and goneagulngmto thewaterafier imna hl md terdble thlngy suchu people the

greenpools.

“Brownllobyn’

sConfeadon”

ts oneofmanysneh. Theta leof Jonahis oneof theeterna l tales. Itappeut tn the folhlore of mt lands, and l ean well

belk vethag if a shtp weretomeet withhead-winds for

several mood» , tn the present year, her sailors wouldm og theu d vmas to thecause

A p od tnstaneeof theJonahba llad is “Capta inThis hallad hanenrnpleof theterriblefii ’c'

slewhichtheold satlors sosnetimes slng when they

ehea ful. lt lsnotgood poetry , bet l know no poemwhk hhu w demmeM t aung u thesailors sing

bringsout, as the chorus in a tragedy, withever- increasing

presage, thettne

As wew nt to New Barhary .

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many - thumd l havegtven balladsenougbfl hopeflo

back my statement. Of thejoys of lifeat sw itdoesnot

becomea aailor to sing. Suchjoys as thesea gives arerather thooeot

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hopeand unrest. Thejoy that onefinds

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here and there in sea ballads is j oy that the voyageis over, or will soon be over, with honour

,profit

,

or safety to the sailor ; or j oy tha t the woman heloves is still alive . It is in his love ballads that thesailor shows himself most joyous . Thevirtue he praisesmost in women is constancy, for that is the virtue he islikeliest to appreciate . Women are invariably constant tohim

,perhaps because they have so much temptation to be

otherwise . The love tragedies, such as they a re whichdarken this section of my anthology are tragedies due, asall such tragedies are due, not to the women but to themen , in their weakness or their strength .

I have said that one of the joys the sea gl ves I S the j oyof unrest. This joy has been expressed inpoetry duringthe last three generations, so perfectly that I have noneed to indicate particular names . The glory and thebeauty of the water have been hymned in glorious andlovely verse . I wish to express my gratitude to thoseliving poets who have allowedmeto quote their poems inthat section of this anthology which treats of the beautyand wonder of the sea . I am confident that when thepoetry of our time is reckoned up it will be said that oneof its chief triumphs is that it has proclaimed the majestyand glory of the dominion of water. It is unnecessary forme to Speak of poems like “TheForsaken M erman butbefore closing this essay I should like to point out theextreme beauty of some of the modern sea poems in thisvolume. Our early poets have told us of the sea’s terrors,and our ea rly ballad singers have told us of our sea

v ictories . It has been the task of modern poets,M r.

Binyon, M r. Bridges, M r. Kipling, M r. N ewbolt,and M r.

D. C . Scott, to tell us of themagical attractionof thesea,

and to set before us, in ringing and strenuous verses, thenobility of those who have made the seas our heritage .

JOHN MASEFIELD .

OM I S S ION S

extremely that l havebemunableto inelude

any poemby Mr. Swinburne. The reasons whichforbidthat tncluslon also foree rne to omit the two aplendid-

. e: «mRava ge, a

”

Wof theHm,

"and the

“Mom of - i”by AlfrmLord Tennyson.

M b that of any poesnby Mr A F. Budy, anAustralianwhoseWays of ManyWatm"

contain the but

pep-ramof this book I have amitta i any_

3_ 9, 1 g w my ownnegligence or ignorance!amsorry ; but

“t w l l tahelts flaes. let a mndo all heean.

da rethat Imold, with themeans atmy disposal .“W.W ll m inm uch, 08 l

enmplementary volumeto thepresent collection.

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I WISH to thank the following poets and publishers fortheir kindness in granting me permission to avail myself ofcopyright material —M r. and M rs. Charles Ashbee, fortheir rendering of Ich stand auf hohen Berge (SongBook of theGuild of H andicrafl,

E ssex House Press) ; M r.

Laurence B inyon,for“John Winter (LondonVisions, E lkin

M athews) ; M r. Robert Bridges, for A Passer- By”

(ShorterPoems

,Daniel

,Oxford) ; the Rev . Father John Gray, for

“Wings in the Dark and “The“Flying Fish (Silver

points (John Lane), and No . 4 of TheD ia l) ; M essrs .M acmillan

,for the late Charles Kingsley’s ballad “The

Last Buccaneer M r. R. E . M ‘Gowan,for “A Young

M an’s Fancy M r. T. Sturge M oore, for “TheRower’ s

Chant (TheVinedresser, Unicorn Press) ; M essrs . G. P.

Putnam’s Sons,for the three poems of Walt Whitman ;

M r. Henry Newbolt, for “M essmates” and “Drake’s

Drum ”

I sland Race and Admira ls Al l, E lkin

M athews r. Duncan Campbell Scott, for “ThePiperof Arll

,

” “At Les Eboulements ” (Labour and theAngel,Boston

,Copeland Day) ; and for

“Off Riv iere duLoup (The M agic H ouse, M ethuen M essrs .Smith E lder

,for the use of the lyric from Paracelsus

(collected edition of Robert Browning’s Works) ; M r.

A. T. Quiller- Couch,for “Victoria ” and “Dolor Oogo

(Poems and B a llads, M ethuen) , and M essrs. ChattoWindus, for “Christmas at Sea (from B a llads), by thelate R. L . Stevenson .

I also wish to thank the editor and proprietors ofthe M anchester Guardian for allowing me to reprintan article on Chanties from their issue of l 6thAugust 1 9 05; and M r. Rudyard Kipling and M essrs .Appleton Sons, for the use of the poem “TH E LASTCHANTY (Seven Seas, M ethuen Co.,

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WALTWH ITMANAfter theSea -Ship

JOHN GRAYTheFlying-Fish

HENRY NEWBOLTMessmatesWILLIAM SHAKESPEAREFromK ing Ridw rd 1 1 1 .WALTWH ITMANTheWorld below theBrineWILL IAM SHAKESPEARESong fromTheTempest

DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTTThePiper of Arll

LORD BYRONFromClu

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lm'mageH .W. LONGFELLOW

Lost YouthRUDYARD K IPL I NG

TheLast Chanty

POEM S ILLUSTRATING OUR SEA HISTORY

LAURENCE M INOTThe Sea - Fight at Sluys, 2 4thJune I 34OWinchelsea Fight, or theHumbling of the

ANONYMOU SSir Andrew Barton

CHARLES F ITZ -GEFFERY

TheEnglishCaptainsS IRWILL IAM DAVENANT

Sir Francis DrakeReviv'

d


OnSir Francis DrakeANONYMOU S

Sir Richard Grenvil le’s FarewellTHOMAS GREEPE

TheTaking of CartageWILLIAMWARN ERFromAlbion’s EnglandTheDefeat of theSpanishArmada


TABLE OF CONTENTS

WALTWH ITMANAfter theSea - Ship

JOHN GRAYTheFlying-Fish

HENRY NEWBOLTMessmatesWILL IAM SHAKESPEAREFromK ing Ric/l ardWALTWH ITMANTheWorld below theBrineWILL IAM SHAKESPEARESong fromTfieTempest

DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTTThePiper of Arll

LORD BYRONFromCfiz

'

la'eH arold

’s Pz

’

lgm’mage

H .W. LONGFELLOWLost Youth

RUDYARD K IPL INO

TheLast Chanty

POEM S ILLUSTRATING OUR SEA HISTORY

LAURENCE M INOTThe Sea - Fight at Sluys, 2 4thJune 1 340Winchelsea Fight, or theHumbling of the

ANONYMOUSSir Andrew Barton


TheEnglishCaptainsS IRWILL IAM DAVENANT

Sir Francis DrakeReviv’

d


On Sir Francis DrakeANONYMOUS

Sir Richard Grenvil le’s FarewellTHOMAS C REEPE

TheTaking of CartagenaWILL IAMWARNERFromAlbion’s EnglandTheDefeat of theSpanishArmada

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M d theBay o‘ Santa Cm

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ANONYMOUSBraveNews fromAdmiral Vernon

ANONYMOUSBold Sawyer

DAV ID GARR ICKHeart of OakWILL IAM COWPEROn theLOSS of theRoy a l George

ANONYMOUSAdmiral Rodney’s Triumphon the 1 2thof April

ANONYMOUSA New Song on Parker the Delegate, Head of the

Mutiny at SheernessPR INCE HOARE

TheA retlzusa

ANONYMOUSA New Song onLord Nelson’s Victory atCopenhagen

ANONYMOU STheBraveTars of Old England

ANONYMOUSTrafalgar

ANONYMOUSTheBattleof Trafalgar

A . T. QU ILLER -COUCH‘

Victoria , 2 2nd June 1 89 3

POEM S OFSAILORS AND OF LIFE AT SEA

GEOFFREY CHAUCERTheShipman

ANONYMOUSThe Sailing of thePilgrims fromSandwich towards

St. James Of Compostel laANON YMOU S

Sir Patrick SpensWILL IAM SHAKESPEAREFromTbeTempest

ANONYMOUSTheSaylor

’

s SongANONYMOUS

A Ballad Of Sea Fardingers, describing Fortune

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SirWalter RateighSafling lntheLov landr

Canine AC II Mm » . Its.

(H ed t lho- AM JM Mem e) I 69

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ANONYMOUSTheFlashFrigate

LORD BYRONTheM an-o

’-War (C/zila'eH arold

’s Pilgr image)

T. HUDSONJack Robinson

CAPTA I NJACK M ITFORD ,R.N .

TheFight (fromAdventures of j o/mny New come)

TH E STORY OF JONAH . POEM S OF M ERMAIDSAND OF TH E SEA SPIRITS

TheStory ofJonahCaptainGlenBrown Robyn’

s ConfessionWilliamGrismond’

s DownfallS . T. COLER IDGE

TheAncient M arinerM ATTHEWARNOLD

TheForsakenMermanA. T. QU ILLER -COUCH

Dolor OogoANONYMOU S

TheMerman RosmerH O ! for Lubberland

GEORGE CHAPMANUlysses and theSirens

JOHN GOWERTheStory of Ulysses

ANONYMOU STheSilkieOf SuleSk errieTheDaemon LoverTheMermaid

POEM S OF LOVE AND TH E AFFECTIONS

TheLass Of LochroyanTheSeaman’s Happy ReturnConstanceand Anthony

THOMAS NASHE AND CHR ISTOPHER M ARLOWEFromTlzeTragedz

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CHANTIES

EDITOR’S NOTELowlandsStormAlongWhiskey JohnnyJohnFrancoisBlow theM an downRoll theCottondownReubenRanzoRoll and goRoll himoverHanging JohnnySally BrownPoor Old JoeTommy’s goneA long TimeAgoBlow

,Bullies, Blow

TheRio GrandeSebastopolTheBanks of theSacramentoTheM aid of AmsterdamHand over HandHaul away , 0Haul theBowlineRunaway ChorusPaddy DoyleLeaveher, Johnny


A SAILOR’S GARLAND

OLD SA ILORS

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And a h-vew vho wey 'm:

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Lik ew old Sailor of thc QueensAnd theQueen8 old Sailor

2 A tS‘

AILOR’

S GARLAND

With a courtly Candish, that seconded him,

And taught his old sails the same passage to swim,

And dighted them,therefore

,with cloth of gold trim

Like an old Sailor of the Queen’sAnd the Queen’s old Sailor.

With an old brave Raleigh, who twice and agenSailed over most part of the salt seas, and thenWrote a brave old history with his old pen


With an old George Anson, who beat round the Horn,With his ships falling to pieces and his sails all torn

,

And made Spanish dollars as common as seed cornLike an old Sailor of the Queen’sAnd the Queen’s old Sailor.

With many an old sailor,on many an old ship

,

Who hoisted out many a barrel onto many an old slip,

And went below to his hammock or to a can of flipLike an old Sailor of the Queen’sAnd the Queen’

s old Sailor.

With many an old brave captain we shall never know,Who walked the decks under the colours when theWinds

did blow,

And made the planks red with his blood before theycarried him below


And in Davy Jones’s Taverns may they sit at ease,With their old tarpaulin aprons over their old knees

,

Singing their old sea ballads and yarning of the seasLike good old Sailors of the Queen’ sAnd the Queen’s old Sailors .

(Adapted)

M ISCELLANEOUS POEM S

SONG FOR ALL SEA S, ALL SHIPS

v erndehdd nduthe,Of mmhwithlhspednl hg or ship

Of m ed bum in themwm“m spreading

”WWWa ehnnt for theui d ona tions,

t es w ge.

or old, and themeta , md of all

tad tnm,vhomfatemnnever

by theeold ooeenmhoaencul led thencetntimc,md

num, embodying thee,

(M Whm m mM Wmu w twm

never lad , though rare,m ghtor oeed pluerv

’

d.)

4 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Flaunt out O sea your separate flags of nations !Flaunt out visible as ever the various ship - signals !But do you reserve especially for yourself and for the soul

of man one flag above all the rest,A spiritual woven Signal for a ll nations

,emblem of man

elate above death,Token of all brave captains and all intrepid sailors and

mates,

And all that went down doing their duty,Reminiscent of them,

twined from all intrepid captainsyoung or old,

A pennant universal,subtly waving all time

,o’er all brave

sai lors,

All seas,all Ships.

WALT WHITMAN

SONNET ON TH E SEA

IT keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns

,till the spell

Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.

Often ’

tis in such gentle temper found,

That scarcely will the very smallest shellBemov’d for days from whence it sometime fell

,

When last the winds of heaven were unbound,

Oh ye ! who have your eye - balls vex ’

d and tir’

d,

Feast them upon the wideness of the SeaOh ye whose ears are dinn’

d with uproar rude,Or fed too much with cloying melody

,

Sit ye near some old cavern’s mouth,and brood

Until ye start, as if the sea - nymphs quir’

d !

JOHN KEATS

WINGS N T’

HE DARK

A PASSEB BY

h amm hvmnw thy whitenmfufling ?

to themow-capped,

WhitM M ,w M ely,mdmll thonsunda L

Fm thepu dmflmm d a

l a theofingmttm t foam, thyRomT Bmoou

WINGS IN THE DARK

Poemlnto th umdnkmmg fi do

Mmd lentnwmenfly thed leotquyTowards whm themh ot

'

hmh rock ho thetlde,w mm m w .


With gentle nodding of her gracious snout,

One greets her master till he step aboardShe flaps her wings impatient to get out ;She runs to plunder

,straining every cord .

Full-winged and stealthy like a bird of prey,All tense the muscles of her seemly flanksShe the coy creature that the idle daySees idly riding in the idle ranks .

Backward and forth, over the chosen ground,Like a young horse

,she drags the heavy trawl

Content ; or speeds her rapturous course unbound,And passing fishers through the darkness call,

Deep greeting, in the jargon of the sea.Haul upon haul

,flounders and soles and dabs,

And phosphorescent animalculae,Sand

, sea drift, w eeds, thousands of worthless crabs.

Darkling upon the mud the fishes grope,Cautious to stir, staring with j ewel eyesDogs of the sea, the savage congers mope,Winding their sulky march meander-wise.

Suddenly all is light and life and flight,

Upon the sandy bottom, agate strewn .

Thefishers mumble, waiting till the nightUrge on the clouds, and cover up the moon.

JOHN GRAY

AT LES EBOULEM ENTS

A GLAMOUR on the phantom shoreOf golden pallid green,

Gray purple in the flats before,Theriver streams between.



Row till the mast sing songsWelcome and sweet.

Row till the waves outstripped,Give up dead beat.

Row till the sea - nymphs riseTo ask you why

Rowing you tarry notTo hear them sigh.

Row till the stars grow brightLike certain eyes.

Row til l the noon be highAs hopes you prize.

Row till you harbour inAll longing’s port .

Row till you find all thingsFor which you sought.

T. STURGE M OORE

JOHNWINTERWHAT ails John Winter

,that so oft

Silent he sits apart ?Theneighbours cast their looks on himBut deep he hides his heart .

In Deptford streets the houses smallHuddle forlorn together.

Whether the wind blow or be still,

’

Tis soil ed and sorry weather.

But over these dimroofs ariseTall masts of ocean ships .

Whenever John Winter looked on them,

Thesalt blew onhis l ips.

mmmmmw mmM M Ww b m

M u tati on“ : bummed “H e d d a-flu }

fiew hhhapM

Fm M d dew whh,

hat mmr mmA lfie-twatha m

Wu cmha fmhed ma hm mHerM b M eel m d a l,

I O A SAILOR’S GARLAND

There fell a soft November night,Restless with gusts that shook

Thechimneys,and beat wildly do

Theflames in the chimney nook.

John Winter lay beside his wife,"Twas past the mid of night.

Softly he rose,and in dead hush

Stood stealthily upright.

Softly he came where slept his boys,

And kissed them in their bedOne stretched his arms out in his sleepAt that he turned his head .

And now bebent above his wife,She slept a Sleep serene,

Her patient soul was in the peaceOf breathing slumber seen.

At last,he kissed one aching kiss

,

Then shrank again in dread,And from his own home guiltilyAnd like a thief he fled .

But now with darkness and the windHe breaths a breath more free

,

And walks with calmer steps,like one

Who goes with destiny.

And see, before him the great mastsTower with all their spars

Black on the dimness, soaring boldAmong the mazy stars.

In stormy rushings through the airWild scents the darkness filled

,

And with a fierce forgetfulnessH is drinking nostril thrilled .

OFF RIVIRRE DU LOUP

H ha ted withqnick hc huggedTum whum

M a rti na,

Youwill ma thewind wilh,

Yu v illmomwnd to' ud thelights

1 2 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Youwi ll go on beyond the tide,

Through brimming plains of olive sedge,Through paler shadows l ight and wide,Therapids piled along the ledge.

At evening off some reedy bayYou will swing slowly on your chain,And catch the scent of dewy hay,Soft blowing from the pleasant plain .

DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT

SONG FROM PARACELS US

OVER the sea our galleys w ent,With cleaving prows in order brave

,

To a speeding wind and a bounding waveA gallant armament

Each bark built out of a forest - treeLeft leafy and rough as first it grew,

And nailed all over the gaping sides,

Within and without,with black bull - hides

,

Seethed in fat and suppled in flame,

To bear the playful billow’s game :So each good ship was rude to see

,

Rude and bare to the outward View,

But each upbore a stately tent ;Where cedar pales in scented rowKept out the flakes of the dancing brineAnd an awning drooped the mast below,In fold onfold of the purple fine

,

That neither noontide nor starshineNor moonlight cold which maketh madM ight pierce the regal tenement.

When the sundawned, oh, gay and gladWe set the sail and plied the oarBut when the night-wind blew like breath,

M M M ship wasnub ; M l

New-aw e;m M I—especk


Our isles are j ust at hand, they criedLike cloudlets faint in even sleeping

,

Our temple - gates are opened wide,

Our olive - groves thick shade are keepingFor these majestic forms — they cried.

Oh,then we awoke with sudden start

From our deep dream, and knew, too late,How bare the rock, how desolate,Which had received our precious freightYet we call ed out Depart

Our gifts,once given

,must here abide .

Our work is done ; we have no heartTo mar our work,

” we cried.

ROBERT BROWN ING

OUTWARDSOVER the dim blue rim of the seaComes the pale gold disc of the moon

Thetopsails slat as we pass the quay,And the yard goes up with a tune.

We are outward bound for the west to- night,

And the yard goes up with a cheer ;And the bells will ring inthe town to - night

,

And the men in the inns will hear.

And the carts will creak in the lanes to - night,And the girls will dance to the band ;

But we shall be out with the sail s to fist,And the topsail- sheets to hand.

TH E LOTUS -E ATERS

COURAGE he said, and pointed toward the land,N

This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.

In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it seemed always afternoon.



M ost weary seem’

d the sea,weary the oar

,

Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.

Then some one said,We will return no more

And all at once they sang,Our island home

Is far beyond the wave we will no longer roam.

ALFRED,LORD TENNYSON

ICH STAND AUF HOHEN BERGE”

Air— GERMAN FOLK SONG

I STOOD on a mighty mountainLooking over the sea ;

And there I spied a ship at anchor,

There I spied a ship riding at anchor,

And she beckoned to me .

Then shesignalled with white flags,

With flags green and blue,

And the captain sent me out a little boat,

Sent me out a little leaping jolly boat,

With the pick of his ship’s crew.

We tossed in the yellow sunset,

We climbed the Ship’s side ;And the captain paced about the quarter- deck

,

Yes,the captain paced the windy quarter—deck

As he watched for the tide .

She’d a cargo of crimson rosesAnd anemones blue

And a dozen ton of shining beryl stones,Yes

,a

'

dozen ton of sea - green beryl stonesFor to make her ride true.

Say,captain

,where’s she bound for

With her cargo of flowers ? ”

Oh,we’re sailing out into the West

,my lad

,

Sailing out into the wondrous West, my lad,For a thousand good hours.

AFTER THE SEA -SHIP

“Wemhonnd for thel sleof l’mcy,And who lmon if l stones,Innd ourhundred bogo of shtnlng

beryl ttoneo,home.Or our ha ve ship

“flunp thd r

themck d’

theahip,

w t, loathing and buoyant,

Wherethegmt vend selling and tu k lng dhploeed themrfaoe,J and m lla warmin theWof the ow n

yamfully flov tng,The w ireof thew hipme: shepuma , M ug and

froheoomennder them,

Amuey proom v ithmny a fleek of fbeat -M ma ,

Fm! «1 themtely and nptd ship,mthewakefollowing.

WALT Warm“


TH E FLYING FISH

M YSELF am Hang, the buccaneer,Whom children love and brave men fear

,

M aster of courage, come what come,M aster of craft and called Sea- scum.

Student of wisdom and waterways,

Course of moons and the birth of daysTo him in whose heart a ll things be

,

I bring my story from the sea.

Thesame am I as that sleek Hang,Whose pa ttens along the stone quay clangIn sail ing time : whose pile is highIn the mart when the merchants come to buy ;

Am he who cumbers his lowly hulkWith refuse bundles of feeble bulk ;Turns sailor’s eyes to the weather skiesBows low to the master of merchandise ;

Who hoists his sail with the broken slatsWhose lean crew is scarcely food for his ratsAm he who creeps from tower top kenAnd utmost Vision of all men .

Ah then ! am he who changeth line,

And no man knoweth that course of mine ;Am he

, sir Sage, who sails to the seaWhere an island and other wonders be.

After six days we sight the coast ;And my palace top ; (should the sailor boast)Sail rattles down ; and then we ride,M ean j unk and proud , by my palace side.


He bindshis legs w ith buskins rim,

Tawny and gold for thepride 0 him.

H is feet arebare , like his who uel ledThedragon his feet are feet ofeld .

H is head is brave with a lac-wrought casque,Thedonning which is a beav task ;Its lappets arespiked like a d

l

olphin' s fin;’

Tis strapped with straps of tiger skin .

The ions ofhis fathers whehnThe eart of Hang when he wears their helm.

ThenHang grows wrinkle dbetwixt his eyes,He frowns like a devil, devilwise.

H is eyeballs start , his mark is redLike to the last judge of the deadH is nostrils gape ; his mouth is themouthOf the fish that sw ims in the torrid south.

H is beard thepirate Hang lets flow .

He lays his hand on his father’s bowWherewith a cunningmanof strengthM ight shoot a shaft the vessel

’

s length.

I have another of crimson lac ,Of a great man' s height

,so the silk be slack.

Thebolt departs with a brazenclang,"l’

is drawn with thefoot, and the foot of Hang.

Such house and harness become me whenI wait upon laden merchantmen"I’

w ixt tears and thesea ,’twixt brine and brine,

They shudder at sight of me and mine .

Of the bir ds that fly in the farthest sea ,Six aremore strange than others beUnder its tumble, among the fish,Six area marvel passing wish.

2 !

mell thehulk ot'

thebd llitntthh'd,Of bluehirds ’

tio thehluett bhd ,hondezond oeenhy dey,ol themtheohy hm.

lmnd thml fmthefoorth,Sovethtt iteomu fmmeutw d notth;

dock

Lock

Hehothnemo foot onvhlehto lhnd,For

Senmmm lngm ellomhhda

W fihmhfintof

Heb devilish.Of oll the hhemoothnve;

Theoeeond, thefilheoeoll thelr lord.

t nfi ohomhhfw eho c' ovd ;H inmrd hormed v ithohandred teethM y thoveond fifty beneoth.

Thethh'd hotho ooorletmitot’n-fl,to foehletoil.s hundred ttrondn


Thelast strange fishis the last strange bird .

Of him no sage hath even heardHe roams the sea in a gleaming horde

,

In fear of the dolphin and him of the sword .

He leaps from the sea with a silken swish.

He beats the air does the flying fish.

His eyes are round with excess of fright,

Bright as the drops of his pinions’ flight .

In sea and sky he hath no peace,

For the five strange fishare his enemies .And the fivestrange fowl s keep watch for him

,

They know him well by his crystal gleam.

Oftwhiles,sir Sage, on my junk

’s white deck,

Have I seen this fish- bird come to wreck ;Oftwhiles (fair deck)

’twixt bow and poop,

Have I seen that piteous sky fish stoop .

Scaled bird,how his snout and gills dilate

,

All quivering and roseate !He pants in crystal and mother- of- pearl

,

While his body shrinks and his pinions furl .

His beauty passes like bubbles blownThewhite bright bird is a fishof stone.Thebird so fair

,for its putrid sake

,

Is flung to the dogs in the junk’ s white wake .

Have thought, son Pirate, some such must beAs the beast thou namest in yonder sea .

Else,bring me a symbol from nature’s gear

Of aspiration born of fear.

Hast been, my son, to the doctor’s booth

Some day when Hang had a qualm to soothe ?Hast noted the visible various SignOf each flask’s virtue

,sonof mine ?



All his hope is a fear-whipped whim,

All directions are one to him .

There are seekers of wisdom no less absurd,

Son Hang,than thy fishthat would be a bird .

JOHN GRAY

M ESSM ATE S

H E gave us all a good - bye cheerilyAt the first dawn of day ;

We dropped him down the side full drearilyWhen the light died away.

It’s a dead dark watch that he’s a - keeping there,

And a long,long night that lags a - creeping there

,

Where the Trades and the tides roll over himAnd the great ships go by.

He’s there alone with green seas rocking himFor a thousand miles round

H e’

s there alone with dumb things mocking him,

And we’re homeward bound .

It’s a long,lone watch that he’s a - keeping there

,

And a dead cold night that lags a - creeping there,

While the months and the years roll over himAnd the great ships go by.

I wonder if the tramps come near enoughAs they thrash to and fro

,

And the battleship’s bells ring clear enoughTo be heard down below ;

If through all the lone watch that he’s a -keeping there,

And the long, cold night that lags a - creeping thereThevoices of the sailor-men shall comfort himWhen the great ships go by.

HENRY NEWBOLT

THEWORLD BELOWTHE BRINE 25FROM 1mm3 101 1 4 30 1 1 1 .

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THEWORID BELOWTHE BRINE

WALT Wartime


SONG FROM TH E TEM PEST

FULL fathom five thy father liesOf his bones are coral made ;These are pearls that were his eyesNothing of him that doth fade

,

But doth suffer a sea—changeInto something rich and strange .Sea- nymphs hourly ring his knell

Ding—dong.

Hark ! now I hear them— ding- dong,bell .

WILL IAM SHAKESPEARE

TH E PIPER OF ARLL

THER E was in Arll a little coveWhere the salt wind came cool and freeA foamy beach that one would love

,

If he were longing for the sea.

A brook hung sparkling on the hill,

Thehill swept far to ring the bay ;Thebay was faithful, wild or still,To the heart of the ocean far away.

There were three pines above the combThat, when the sunflared and went down,Grew like three warriors reiving homeTheplunder of a burning town .

A piper lived within the grove,

Tending the pasture of his sheep ;His heart w as swayed with faithful love

,

From the springs of God’s ocean clear and

And there a ship one evening stood,

Where ship had never stood before ;A pennon bickered red as blood

,

Anangel glimmered at the prore .

THE PIPER OF ARLL

Ahoot themming onof dew,

Thenilo bumedhok legrew

Alivewithruhy-heuted ehuWN W”Weregold,md oll

w


Then shaking out her lawny sails,Forth on the misty sea she crept ;She left the dawning of the dales

,

Yet in his cloak the piper slept.

And when he woke he saw the ship,Limned black against the crimson sun ;Then from the disc he saw her Slip,A wraith of shadow— shewas gone.

He threw his mantle on the beach,He went apart like one distraught

,

H is lips were moved— his desperate speechStormed his inviolable thought.

He broke his human- throated reed,

And threw it in the idle rill ;But when its passion had its meed,He found it in the eddy still.

He mended well the patient flue,Again he tried its various stops ;Theclosures answered right and true,And starting out in piercing drops,

A melody began to dripThat mingled with a ghostly thrillThevision- spirit of the ship

,

Thesecret of his broken will.

Beneath the pines he piped and swayed,M aster of pa ssion and of power ;He was his soul .and what he played,Immortal for a happy hour.

He,singing into nature’s heart,

Guiding his will by the world’s will,With deep

,unconscious, childlike art

Had sung his soul out and was still.

THE PIPER or ARLL 2 9

And thenatevening camethehorkThot stirred his dmmingheort’odeoireItbumed olow lightnalong thedarkThatdied tnglooms oferimsonfire.

Thenilon laanched o sombreboet,And hentwithmosieot theoon;

Wu that tmehmethepiper oent,Unto themve-wommuinen,Whenwiththeheek end ripplebleatHeheord thot ootlond oong ot

'

thdn

Silenttheymed hhn, dip ond dflp,T

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heoonheot

roehet to thel k y.

ThatFromwheretheweet ltne ond poles,They woited for omflllngm.

Bot intheworld therem no ttir,

theflameheginto porrinthelantemot thepeok .

cry, they ooold notmove,felt thelurefi-omthechomedm ;

could not thtnk ofhomeor love


They felt the vessel dip and trim,

And settle down from list to list ;They saw the sea - plain heave and swimAs gently as a rising mist.

And down so slowly,down and down,

Rivet by rivet,plank by plank ;

A little flood of ocean flownAcross the deck, shesank and sank.

From knee to breast the water wore,It crept and crept ere they were ware.Gone was the angel at the prore,They felt the water float their hair.

They saw the salt plain spark and shine,They threw their faces to the sky ;Beneath a deepening film of brineThey saw thestar-flashblur and die .

She sank and sank by yard and mast,Sank down the shimmering gradual dark ;A little drooping pennon lastShowed like the black fin of a shark.

And down shesank,till

,keeled in sand,

She rested safely balanced true,

With all her upward gazing band,

Thepiper and the dreaming crew.

And there,unmarked of any chart

,

In unrecorded deeps they lie,

EmpearledWithin the purple heartOf the great sea for aye and aye.

Their eyes are ruby in the greenLong shaft of sunthat spreads and rays

,

And upward with a wizard sheenA fan of sea - light leaps and plays.



H is steps are not upon thy paths— thy fieldsAre not a spoil for him— thou dost ariseAnd shake him from thee ; the vile strength he w ieldsFor earth’s destruction thou dost all despise

,

Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,

And send’

st him,shivering in thy playful spray

,

And howling,to his Gods, where haply lies

His petty hope in some near port or bay,

And dashest him again to earth— there let him lay.

Thearmaments which thunderstrike the wallsOf rock- built cities

,bidding nations quake

,

And monarchs tremble in their capitals,

Theoak lev iathans, whose huge ribs mak eTheir clay creator the vain title takeOf lord of thee, and arbiter of war ;These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake

,

They melt into thy yeast of waves,whichmar

Alike the Arr'

nada’

s pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.

Thy shores are empires, changed inall save theeAssyria

, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ?Thy waters wasted them while they were free,And many a tyrant since their shores obeyThestranger, slave or savage their decayHas dried up realms to deserts — not so thou

,

Unchangeable save to thy wild waves’ playTime writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow

Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rol lest now.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almigh ty’s form

Glasses itself in tempests in all time,Calm or convulsed - inbreeze, or gale, or storm,

Icing the pole,or in the torrid clime

LOST YOUTH

—hoondleor, endless.and sublime

Of the Invisible ; evenfromont thy slimeThemomtenof thedeep oremode; eoohsoue

Oboynthee;

And l hon hved the eeonl ondmygybrea t to

And trusted to thy hillov s fu ond nw ,

And hidmy hond opoo thyme—u l do here.LoanBYuos

(“Heli os-M aw )

4 A SAILORs GARLAND

And the burden of that old song,

It murmurs and whispers still :A boy’s will is theWind ’s will

,

And the thoughts of youth are long,long thoughts .

I remember the black wharves and the slipsAnd the sea - tides tossing free ;

’

And the Spanish sailors with bearded lipsAnd the beauty and mystery of the shipsAnd the magic of the sea .

And the voice of that wayward songIs singing and saying stillA boy’s will is the wind s will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts .H . W. LONGFELLOW

TH E LAST CHANTY

“AND THEREWAS No MORE SEA

THUS said the Lord in the vault above the Cherubim,

Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree :Lo Earth has passed awayOn the smoke of Judgment Day,

That Our word may be established shall We gather up thesea

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, j olly marinersPlague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee !

But the war is done between usInthedeep the Lord hath seen us

Our bones we’ll leave the barracout and God may sinkthe sea

Then said the soul of Judas that betrayed HimLord hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me ?

H ow once a year I goTo cool me on the floe?

And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the sea !

Till ohefonndered lnArewe

tbehohu thatwechoold elomoor forevengeoneeom“P

OO

Then- id themhd thefi m thotm thnw om“Kennelled inthepieorooo o weory hond werewe;

Bot’

l'hy ormwu to -ve,

And tt tooehed os on wove ,

Paal to God“Oneewe o , ond

f of

wound”,

36 A SAILOR’S GARLANIS

Then said the souls of the gentlemen adventurers,Fettered wrist to bar all for red iniquity K

Ho,we revel in our chains

O ’er the sorrow that was Spain’sHeave or sink it

,leave or drink it

,we were masters of

sea !

Up Spake the soul of a grey Gothavn ’

speck shioner

(He that led the flinching in the fleets of fair Dundee)Oh the ice—blink white and near

,

And the bowhead breaching clear !Will Ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow in

the sea ?

Loud sang the souls of the j olly,j olly mariners,

Crying : Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor leeM ust we Sing for evermoreOn the windless, glassy floor ?

Take back your golden fiddles and we’ll beat to open sea .

Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea upto Him

,

And’

stablished His borders unto all Eternity,That such as have no pleasureFor to praise the Lord by measure,

They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea .

Sun,mind, and cloud sha llfaz

’

l notfromthefaceqf it,Stinging, ringing spindrzft, nor thefulmarfly ingfree

And theships sha ll go abroad

T0theGlory of theLordWho heard thesilly sailorg‘ol/c and gavethemback their sea .

RUDYARD K IPLING (TheSevenSeas)

POEM S ILLUSTRAT ING OUR

SEA H I STORY

THE SEA -FIGHT AT SLUYS

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Linemond thehottlel oholl befi ,

Oa glhhmeo ond Nomomin

Minot withm thhodm t tomkemumond nd for oomem ’

ouhe.

TheI pn ma vethemfromstnmd fiomm ,

For they wereooonot theSloys oll engine,Wheremmy ot’ theNormomtook gnme.


When Bruges and Ypres hereof heard tell,

They sent Edward to wit that was in Orwell ;Then had he no liking longer to dwell

,

He hasted him to the Swynwith sergeants snell, 1To meet with the Normans tha t false were and fell

,

That had meant, if they might, all Flanders to quell.

King Edward unto sail full soon was dight,With earls and barons and many a keen knightThey came before B lank berghon St. John

’

s night ;That was to the Normans a full sorry sight.Yet trumped they and danced with torches full bright,In the wild waning were their hearts light.

Upon themomafter, if I sooth say,A merry man

,Sir Robert, out of M orlay,

At half ebb in the Swyn sought he the wayThere taught men the Normans at buckler to play ;Helped them no prayer that they might pray ;Thewretches are wonnen, their weapon is away.

TheEarl of Northampton helped at that need,And the wise man of words and worthy in weed

,

Sir Walter the M annay, God give him meed ,Was hold of body in battle to bede.2

TheDuke of Lancaster was dight for to driveWith many a moody man that thought for to thrive,Wel l and stalwartly stint he tha t strife 3That few of the Normans left they alive.Few left they alive but did them to leap,Menmay find by the flood a hundred on heap.

Sir William of Clinton was easy to know,

M any stout bachelors brought he in a row.

It seemed with their Shooting that it did snow,

Themost of the Normans brought they full lowTheir boast was abated and their mickle pride,For they might not flee, but there do they bide.

1 Snel l , active, fiery. B attleto bea’

e,to offer battle.

3 Stz’

nthethat strzfe, didheend thatbattle.



This w as the battle that fell in the Swyn,Where many Normans made mickle din ;Well were they armed up to the chin

,

But God and Sir Edward gar'd their boastThus blinned their boast, as we well ken,God assoil their souls, say all, Amen.

LAURENCE M INOT

WINCHELSEA FIGHT, OR TH E HUM BLINGOF TH E SPANIARDS

H ow King Edward and his menie,

Met with the Spaniards in the sea.

I would not spare for to speak, wist I to speed,OfWight men with weapons

,and worthy in weed

,

That now are driven to dale,2 and dead all their deed,They sail in the sea— ground fishes to feed ;Fell fishes they feed for all their great fare,3It was in the waning that they came there.

They sailed forth in the Swyn in a summer’s tide

,

With trumps and tabors and mickle other pride ;Theword of those war-men walked full w ide,Thegoods that they robbed in hold gan they it hideIn hold have they hidden great wealths as I weenOf gold and of silver

,of scarlet and green .

When they sailed westward thoseWight men in war,

Their hurdis,

4 their anchors,hanged they on here 5

Wight men of the west nighed them near,

And gar’d them stumble in the snare,might they no ferr.6

Far might they not flit,but there must they fine,7

And that that before they reived then must they tine .

8

1 B l in, cometo anend, cease. 2 D rivento a’a le, drivento thegrave.

3 Their greatfare, their boasts and brags.

4 H ura’is,a war girdle, or pavesse, of coloured canvas, whichpro.

tected thesailors of a warship as they rowed orhauled.5Onhere, aloft.6 N oferr , so thattheymightgono farther.7 F ine, cometo anend. 8 Tine, lose.


To France nor Flanders dare wepassNor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare ;

And all for a rover that lyes on the seas,Who robbs us of our merchant ware.”

King H enryefrownd and turned him rounde,And swore by the Lord

,that was mickle of might,

I thought he had not beene in the world,Durst have wrought England such unright .

Themerchants sighed,and said

,Alas ! ”

And thus they did their answer frame,He is a proud Scott

,that robbs on the seas,

And Sir AndreweBarton is his name.”

Theking look t over his left shoulder,And an angryelook then looked heeHave I never a lorde in all my rea lme,Will feitchyond traytor unto meeYea

,that dare I

,

” lord Howard sayes ;Yea, that dare I with heart and hand

If it please your grace to give me leave,

M yselfewi l be the only man.

”

Thou art but yong,the kyng replyed

Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare.

Trust me,my liege

,Ile make him quail,

Or before my prince I will never appeare.

Then bowemenand gunners thou shalt have,And chuse them over my realmo so free ;

Besides good mariners,and shipp - boyes,

To guide the great shipp on the sea .

”

Thefirst man,that lord Howard chose,

Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,

Thoughehe was threescore yeeres and ten ;Good Peter Simon was his name.Peter

,

” sais hee,Imust to the sea,

To bring home a traytor live or deadBefore all others I have chosen thee,Of a hundred gunners to be the head .

SIR ANDREWBARTON“If ny loed, haveohooenOf

’w ’

hondredhundred gunnm to hethehud,

InAndWilliamH m hhnme.

“Hoo‘iekyf

’

uyd he, “l mostwithopeedeGo eo tnytor ontheoeo,

And now of ohnndred howemmhnveTo hetheheod l hoveehooenthee.”

‘Anoldm ' a d form


Hast thou not heard,nowe

,H enryeHunt,

As thou hast sayled by daye and by night,Of a Scottish rover on the seasMencall him sir Andrew Barton, knight ?

Then ever he sighed, and sayd Alas ! ”

With a grieved mind, and well away !But over-well I knowe thatWight

,

I washis prisoner yesterday.

As I was sayl ing upponthe sea,A Burdeaux voyage for to fare ;

To his hach- bordehe clasped me,

And robd me of allmy merchant wareAnd mickle debts

,God wot

,I owe,

And every man will have his owneAnd I am nowe to London bounde,Of our gracious king to beg a boone.

That shall not need, lord Howard saisLett me but once that robber see,

For every penny tane thee froeIt shall be doubled shillings three.

Nowe God forefend,the merchant said

,

“That you shold seek so far amisseGod k eepeyou out of that traitor

’s hands !Full litle ye wottwhat a man hee is.

Hee is brasse within,and steele without

,

With beames on his topcastle stronge ;And eighteen pieces of ordinanceHe carries on each side along

And he batha pinnace deerlyedight,St. Andrew’s cross that is his guide ;

His pinnace beareth ninescore men,

And fifteen cannons on each side.

ond hebotone

an" 1

Yet Ile

of

lend tomee,And !

clookeYoa ohollmeetwithSir


TH E SECOND PARTTH E merchant sett my lorde a glasseSoe well apparent in his sight

,

And on the morrowe,by nine of the clock e,

He Shewed him Sir AndreweBarton knight.His hachebord it was gilt with goldSoe deerlyedight it dazzled the eeNowe by my faith, lord H owardesais,This is a gallant sight to see.

Take in your ancyents, standards eke,So close that no man may them see ;

And put me forth a whi te w illowewand,As merchants use to sayle the sea .

But they stirred neither top, nor mast ; 1Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by.

What English churles are yonder,he sayd

,

That can soelitle curtesye?

Now by the roode, three yeares and moreI have beene admiral l over the sea ;

And never an English nor Portingal lWithout my leave can pass this way.

Then called he forth his stout pinnace ;Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee

I sweareby the masse, yon English churlesShal l all hang att my maine -mast tree.

With that the pinnace itt shott ofl’

,

Full well lord Howard might it kenFor itt stroke down my lord ’s fore mast

,

And killed fourteen of his men.

Come hither, Simon, sayes my lord,Look ethat thy word be true, thou said ;

For at my maine -mast thou shalt hang,

If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread.

1 i.e. did notsalute.



Come hither to me,thou Gordon good

,

That aye wast readyeatt my call ;I will give thee three hundred markes

,

If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.Lord Howard hee then ca l l

’

d in haste,

Horseley, seethou be true in steadFor thou shalt at the maine -

‘mast hang,

If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread .

Then Gordon swarved the maine -mast tree,

He swarved it w ith might and maineBut Horseley with a bearing 1 arrowe

,

Stroke the Gordon through the braineAnd he fell unto the haches again

,

And sore his deadlyewoundedid bleedThen word went through Sir Andrew’s men

,

H ow that the Gordon hee was dead.

Come hither to mee, James H ambilton,Thouart my only sister’s sonne,If thou wilt let my beames down fall

,

Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne.With that he swarved the maine -mast tree,He swarved it with nimble art ;

But Horseley with a broad arrowePierced the H ambiltonthrough the heart

And downe he fell upon the deck,That with his blood did streame amaine

Then every Scott cryed, Well- awayAlas a comelyeyouth is slaine

All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,With griefe and rage his heart did swellGo fetch me forth my armour of proofe,For I will to the topcastle mysell.”

1se. that carrieswell, etc.


They boarded then his noble shipp,

They boarded it with might and maineEighteen score Scots alive they found

,

Therest were either maimed or slaine.

Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,

And off he smote Sir Andrewes head,

I must have left England many a daye,

If thou wert alive as thou art dead .

”

He caused his body to be castOver the hatchbord into the sea

,

And about his middle three hundred crownesWherever thou land this will bury thee.

Thus from the warres Lord Howard came,

And backe he sayled ore the maine,With mickle joy and triumphingInto Thames mouth he came againe.

Lord Howard then a letter wrote,

And sealed it with seale and ringSuch a noble prize have I brought to your grace,As never did subj ect to a king :

Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee ;A braver shipp was never none :

Nowe hath your grace two shipps of warr,

Before in England was but one.

K ing H enryes grace with royall cheereWelcomed the noble Howard home

,

And where, said he, “is this rover stout,That Imyselfemay give the doome

Therover, he is safe, my liege,Full many a fadomin the sea ;

If he were alive as he is dead,

I must have left England many a dayAnd your grace may thank four men i’ theFor the victory wee have wonne

,

These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,And Peter Simon, and his sonne.

”


Lightless and nameless Prima - vista lay,

Till from his eyes it borrowed name and lightFlora did never Florida array

,

Roses nor lilies showed their shining Sprite,

Till it was ros’d and lilied with his sight :Thrice happy sight that verdant spring composes

,

By strewing lands with lilies and w ith roses.

By Labrador’s high promontory Cape

,

Beyond the isles of Cuba, CABOT sailedDiscovering Baccalaos uncouth shapeThemighty Silver- River not concealed

,

His tributary sands to him revealed,

Nor ’dained it to be a tributorUnto the Ocean’s mighty emperor.

Honour of England, brave Sebastian,M irror of Britain’s magnanimity

,

Although by birth a right Venetian,

Yet for thy valour, art, and constancy,Due unto England from thy infancyVenice

,thou claimst his birth

,England his art

,

Now judge thyself which hath the better part .

WYNDHAM,although thy rash temerity

,

H ast’

ning for endless gain, gain hast’

ned end ;And through improv ident celerity

,

Too soon accelerated death did sendYet since so far thy valour did extend

,

And death for rashness made full satisfaction,

Why should not fame advance thy valorous action ?

With like misfortune (though unlike advise)Did fame - ennobled W ILLOUGHBY intendA famous action’s hapless enterprize ;Arzina saw his lamentable end,Which her eternal winter’s frost did sendThough freezing cold benumbed his vital flame

,

Heat shall not hurt, nor cold consume his Fame.

FortanenotWar

p ed,, nor olway ill,mercy withher pom ,

Smiled withomild upeet onCuAucnw on,

my powersoometimeshnghsu well u lowen.

Forthwithforhima bork henelf lhefinmed,

Goiding itufely to hl ooeovh,

Sdely redndng it frommBold withm ood

hhlofty nihhehy d lver

’

omhttroouveuvourBot fortnne(likethemoonin and

Thmma tfi et hennoot lheoeems to plw e.

deeds ;

Extol hia nloor ond victorlommeedsWhileSpoip'o gflped heort fmh ttmmof ongohh

Hhmthwithafltheworld hhpnhemodeevm,

Botheoeomed eorth, and theseforeweatto Heeven.

WhotThne—oot-olidmg thooght oo ftreooldM did heroio Camnmr dflvehhnilo?

fly


Knighted by honour in desert’s fa ir field

,

Death- scorning GILBERT,chronicled by fame,

To England’s Monarchess did force to yieldThesavage land (that Newfound now wename)M aking w ild people mild

,submisseand tame .

0, w eremen’

s lives unto their praise’s tied !Then

,noble Gilbert, hadst thou never died .

If searching labyrinths inextricable,By hard adventures and ambiguous ways,To purchase glory and renown be able

,

Andmeritorious of eternal pra iseThen FROB I SH ER out- lives the Sybil

’s daysWhat death took fromhis life, this gives his nameDeath hath no dart to slay deserved fame.

Rich China,and fa ir Met’ Incognita

,

Admired his va lour and extolled his fame,

Cathaia , and the great America ,Thedangerous Straits that yet do bear his name,Aremonumenta l annals of the same ;Annals

,Wherein posterity shall read,

H ow Fame the living salves, revives the dead .

Now drop,my pen, in ink of dreary tears,A name of la te of laughter and of joy ;Butnow (0death, the agent of our fears)A name of dolour and of dire annoy,Thesadmemorial of the Fates destroyH AWKINS (0,

now my heart, cleave thou asunder)In naming him(meseems) I name a wonder.

Nestor in w isdom,art

,and policy,

Nestor in know ledge, skill, and prudency,Nestor in counsel and in gravity,Nestor inw it, foresight , andmodesty,Nestor inmight andmagnanimity0would he had (as he had Nestor

’

s hairs)Enjoyed Nestor

’s age, and Nestor’s years .


56 A SA ILOR’S GARLAND

Live, 0live ever, ever- living Sprites,Wherever live the sprites of virtuous livers,Heavens have your souls, the Earth your fame inheritsBut when Ea rth’sma ssy apple turns to shivers

,

And fire conjoins that nature now dissevers,

That hold’s your souls sha ll then your fames containFor Earth shall end, your praise shall still remain.

What though you left your bodies far fromhome,And some on sea s

,and some died onthesand,

Losing the honour of your father’s tomb

,Whichmany seek, few have, none understand ?Heavenis as nearfromsea , asf romthelandWhat though your country - tomb you coul d not have?You sought your country

’s good,not country

’s grave.

M ore thanmost blest (ifmore thanmostmay be)Spirits ofmore thanmost renowned w ights :But if ofmore thanmost beno degree,Asmuch asmost youare, victorious Knights .Earth ’s admirations

,and the Heaven’s delights

And as,in w orth

, youw ere Superlatives,So shall yoube, in Fame, Infinitives.

CHARLES FITZ - GEFFERY

SIR FRANCIS DRAKE REVIV’

D

TheSteersman. Aloof, and aloof, and steady I steer !Tis a boat to our w ish

,

And she slides like a fish,When cheerily stemmed, and when you row clear.

She now has her trim!Away let her sw im.

M ack rels aresw ift in the shine of themoonAnd herrings in gales when they w ind us,But, timing our oars, so smoothly werun,That weleave themin shoals behind us.

Thurman M a y, 0ncmd afl!

TbeDtegoes we’

ll their-hold

Thm w m and’

nmu, wfihhm

mon sthorme.

Formhofetght,

“ spend,

Amati) ! ForWhitchaIl le'

l l boud tommm-go thd r boldml. they mud . draw out their

” M m Bot oh bow tbe a r shod ly wmwonder,Whenhomms inhhbook

All thewealthwebnvc wok ,And findstlutwe

'

ll givehimnono oflheplnmlflam mab leThouthefor themuz;fiir ourmmwmo porthc

'

ll dhoonntBut bis fingeum lobed together ;Wherew umch sachthnthtdewill monnt,Whonbc reck omthesbamofeither.WM ". Thcncry, 0nemd .n!

Amdn! ForWhitelnll !megmwe'

l l boud tommmsgo tbeir


TheSteerman. At sight of our gold, the boatsw a in w illbristle

,

Butnot finding his part,He w ill break his proud heart,And hang himself stra ight in the cha in of his

whistle.Abaft and afore

,

M ake way to the shore.Softly as fishes which slip through the stream

,

That wemay catch their sentries napping.

Poor little D iegoes, they now little dreamOf us the brave warriors ofWapping.

TheM ariners. Then cry , One and a ll !

Ama in ! ForWhitehall !TheD iegoes w e

’ll board to rummage their holdAnd draw ing our steel

,theymust draw out their gold .

(Fromthe opera, The [1 23100 of S ir F rancis D rahe, by SirWilliam D avenant, 1 659 . The opera is founded on the prosenarrative“Sir Francis D rakerevived.

” “Oneand Al l ,

” “Amain,

”

and “ForWhitehall,” werefamiliar war- cries of themid-seventeenthcentury. Amain was thesailor’s summons to anenemy to surrenderhis ship. Theword board isused hereas Sir Toby Belch uses itin TwelfthN ight. The attack planned was a land attack , and theonly “boarding

”donewas thestopping of a trainofmules carrying

silver and gold. )

ON SIR FRANCIS DRAKE

You,whose exploits the world itself admired,

Admire the strange exploits of peerless DRAK EAnd youwhomneither lands nor seas have tired,Have tired your tongues when they rehearsalmakeWhat hard adventures he did undertake ;Then if that such Atlantes aretoo w eak,Whatmarvell if this w eight our shoulders break ?0youoncematchlessmonarchs of the seas

,

Butnow advanced to anhigher place,

Invested Vice- roys and high Satrapes,In that fa ir palace near themilken race ;

60 A SAI LOR’S GARLAN D

He that the Isle of Fogo passed before,A second Etna

,where continual smoke

Of brimstone - burning vaults the a ir doth choke.

He that at Brava saw perpetual SpringGracing the trees w ith never- fading green

,

Like laurel branches ever flourishingHe that atTaurapaza

’

s port had beenHe that the rich M olucca ’s I sles had seenHe that a new found Albion descried

,

And safely home again his bark did guide .

CHARLE S FITZ -GEFFERY

SIR RICHARD GRENVILLE’

S FAREWELL,ON

HIS SA ILING FOR FORE IGN PARTS INTH E YEAR 1585

A BALLAD IN PRAISE or SEAFAR ING M EN

WH O seeks the way to w inrenown,Or flies w ith w ings of high desire

,Who seeks to w ear the laurel crown,

Or hath themind that would a spire,

Let himhis native soil eschew,

Let himgo range, and seek a new .

Each haughty heart is w ell content,With every chance tha t shall betideNo hag canhinder his intent ;He steadfast stands

,though fortune Slide .

Thesun, quoth he, doth shine as w ellAbroad, as erst where I did dw ell.

In change of streams each fish can live,

Each fow l content w ith every a ir,

Each haughty heart remaineth still ,And not be drowned in deep despairWherefore I judge a l l lands a like

,

To haughty hearts who fortune seek.

THE TAKING OF CARTAGENA 6 1

hw rionmeet to feod s crow .

l fJuonof thatmind bad beeo,

(SloaneMS . 249 7 , fol. 47)

THE TAKING OP CARTAGENA

(Futon 1 1 1 : Tom: m Purser: NM or mWomr

or Stu Flume” Bu t t, 1586)Tut Msrincu thc w

Witb other oommoditiu beside,Whichm oouvcyed sboud thc floet.Commndmcnt tbenm gtvcnstnlgh“M lmonaboufl fi tbout dehy.

”

Thenpmcn nfléd thmce,Tomefic t 'm bent :Bntwtndmd stmmtumod thcir pretencc,And other ooursc they thcntnvcnt.With thcy act at lut,Where-11 fleet theirmchoncut.


This town was strong,w ell fenced about,

Four hundred soldiers under payFour hundred Indians in a scout

,

Besides their townsmen in array .

For they bad new s that Drake would comeAnd they thought sure to be his doom.

Their fort w ellmanned and fortified,Five sconces whereingood ordnance wasThree ga lleys then w ere amplified,With fifteen pieces of good brass .Full little then they feared the DrakeFor they thought sure tomake himquake.

Onemischiefmore they did devise,Whereby they thought to spoil ourmenM any poisoned pricks in sundry w ise,Amidst their w ay they fastened then .

To prick their shins they did purposeBut the Lord God did that disclose.

Nine hundredmenw ere set onland,

Andmarching forth then al l by nightUntil they came unto the strand,Where pricks w ith poisoned heads w ereThew ater low ,

as God’s w ill was’

Tw ixt strand and seas they safely pass.

Then in themorn before daylight,They came full in their enemy

’s faceThen al l at once w ith force andmight

,

They ranupon themin a race.For a l l their force and thundering shotOneof their sconces soon they got.

As God shut up the Lion’s jaw s,

From’noying His Prophet DaniellAnd eke preserved fromtyrant

’

s paw s,

Thethree children of Israel.And saved themin the oven sohotSo He conveyed away their shot.



All things provided orderly,And brought unto the water’s side

,

M unitions and artillery,Was al l embarked at that tide,

Themariners,w ithout delay,

These things aboard w ith speed convey .

Then when aboard their ships they come,They w ere received joyfully,A peal of guns

,w ith thundering soune

,

For onehour’s Space even pierced the sk y.

Their drums struck up,their trumpets sound

Their victories which did abound .

Their yards across hoist at the top,Their anchors w eighed then presentlyTheirs sa ils displayed, their good Ships lop,Themariners stand their tacklings by .

Each helmbelayed w ith good respect,As skilfulmasters did direct.

QuothTHOMAS GREEPE

FROM ALB ION’S ENGLAND

TH E Spaniard’s long time care and cost,invincible

surnam’

d,Was now afloat, whilst Parma too fromFlanders hither

a im’

d,

Like fleet,of eight score ships

,and odd

,the ocean never

boreSo huge

,

’

so strong, and so complete,in every strength

and store :Ca rracks

,galleons, argosies, and galliasses, such

That seem’

d so many castles, and their tops the clouds totouch .

These on the Lizards shew themselves, and threa tenEngland’s fall ;

But there with fifty ships of ours that fleet was foughtw ithal.

onr na did oomiat,But part theport, tmightot

’

hea lthhave

H ad Spa in’

s Armada of our wants in Plymouth’

s haven

worthy fea taWhoaefearleaa fittymole-hilhbow’

d their tripledmountains baae,

And eun at fint fio pleaa'

d it God) pm-med as tf in

By thia (for over-idleaeem'

d to heart-theOur gallanta did embark eaeh

But inmchwarlik eorder thentheir ahipa ataoehor lay,M mmlea wethemdhpenqonbootle- labour atay.

Nor laeked that to that madeua way.

Oun find ven ahipa, that n thecurrent lent, so

That eablea ent, and mcht heSpanhrda hadly

t ersed thmweapan not ahog and part ot’

themweainmeboald , thereat did flyuiot faatenonghthey

Well gnided littleaxea ao fioreeta lleatoah to fafl,So nnmhomherda of ahtely hafl fly buglea few and

chaa'd wethem, not actioua, uvein

M y’

aeapiog hence,‘

coapt not rebukea

na mnch(aa nmohit did) eheer England,butumchmore

Ooom cy fi'omoneto all to atop thateommonaore.

S


Even Catholics (that erred name doth please the Papists)w ere

As forward in this quarrel as the foremost arms to bear ;Recusants and suspects of note : of others w as no care

,

And had not our God - guided fight on seas preva iled, yet

The Spaniards, land whereso they could, had w ith our

armiesmet,Our common courage w ish’

d no less, so lightly fear’

d wefoes

Such hope in God,such hate of them

,such hearts to

barter blow s .Here flam’d the Cyclop

’s forges, M ars his armoury was

here,Himself he sheds in us, and w ith our cause ourselves we

cheenBut (which had scarrified our wounds

,if wounded

, w iththe balm

Of her sweet presence, so applaus’

d as in sea storms a ca lm)Her roya l self, Elizabeth our sovereign gracious Queen,Inmagnanimousmaj esty amidst her tr00ps was seen,Which made us w eep for joy, nor was her kindness less

to us .Think nothing letting then thatmight the common cause

discuss,Where prince and people have in love a sympathy as

thus .Howbeit force, nor policy, but God

’s sole providence,

Did clear fore - boasted conquest and benighted thraldomhence .

He in Sennacherib his nose did put his hook, and brought

H imback aga in the way he came w ithout performingaught ;

He fought for us, alonely wedid shout and trumpets sound,When as the walls of Jericho fell flat unto the ground.

Yea lest (for erst did never hear like strong suppliesbefall,

Like loyal hearts in everyone, like warlikeminds in a l l,

Less spare of purses , more foresight, and valiant guidesto act,

AS shew’

d our hardy little fleet that battle never slack ’

d)



King Philipmade himAdmira l,

And bid himnot to stay - a,

But to destroy both manand boy,And so to come away - a

,

And so to comeaway- a .

Their Navy w as w ell victualledWith biscuit,pease

,and bacon ;

They brought two ships, w ell fraught with whips,But I think they w eremistaken,But I think they weremistaken.

Theirmenw ere young,munition strong,And, to do usmore harm- a

,

They thought itmeet to join the fleet,

A l l w ith the Prince of Parma,

All withthePrinceof Parma .

They coa sted round about our land,

And so came in by Dover ;But wehadmen set onthemthenAnd threw the rascals over

,

And threw therasca ls over.

TheQueen was then atTilbury,Whatmore could wedesire - a ?

And Sir Francis Drake, for her sw eet sake,Did set thema l l onfire- a

,

D id setthema ll onfi re- a .

Then, stra ight, they fled, by sea and land,That onemankilled threescore- a

And had not they al l ranaway,In truth he had killedmore- a

,

Intruthhehad k illedmore- a .

A FAREWELL

Buttf thii eomeagen-ag

Let them eheed, they do notAs

A: ”c hu nk -«a.

FAREWELL TO THE MOST FAMOUSGENERALS, SIR JOHN NORRIS AND SIRFRANCIS DRAKE, KNIGHTS

HAVE dooewtthcare,mhearta, aboard amaln,Withatretohtng aails to therwefligfiw

am


Th’ eternal lamp of Heaven, lends us lightBy golden Tagus, or the w estern Inde,Or through the spacious bay of Portugal,Thew ea lthy ocean-ma in, the Tyrrhene sea,Fromgreat Alcides’ pillars branching forthEven to the gulf that leads to lofty Rome ;There to deface the pride of Antichrist

,

And pul l his paper walls and popery down,A famous enterprise for England’s strength

,

To steel your swords onAvarice’ triple crown,

And cleanse Augea s’ sta lls in Ita ly .

To arms,my fellow - soldiers. Sea and land

Lie open to the voyage you intend ;And sea or land

,bold Britons, far or near

,Whatever course yourmatchless virtue shapesWhether to Europe’s bounds, or Asian pla ins,To Afric

’s shore,or rich America

,

Down to the shades of deep Avernus’ crags,

Sail on,pursue your honours to your graves

Heaven is a sacred covering for your heads,And every climate virtue

’s tabernacle,To arms

,to arms

,to honourable arms !

Hoist sa il,w eigh anchors up

,plough up the seasWith fly ing keels, plough up the land w ith Swords

In God ’ s name venture on; and letmesayTo you,my mates, as Caesar sa id to his,Striving w ith Neptune’ s hills “Youbear, quoth he,Caesa r

,and Caesar’s fortune in your ships.

Youfollow themwhose swords successful areYoufollow Drake

, by sea the scourge of Spa in,Thedreadful dragon, terror to your foes,Victorious in his return fromInde,In a l l his high attempts unvanquishedYou follow noble Norris, whose renownWon in the fertile fields of Belgia ,Spreads by the gates of Europe to the courtsOf Christian kings and heathen potenta tes .Youfight for Christ, and England

’s peerless Queen,E lizabeth

,the wonder of the world,

Over whose throne the enemies of God



Ama ine,Amaine

,1yougallant Englishman,Withhey , etc.

Come youFrench Swads,2 and strike down your sayle,And a longst, etc.

They la id us aboard onthe Starboard side,Withhey , etc.

And they overthrew us into the Sea so w ide,And a longst, etc.

When tidings to the George-Aloecame,Withhey , etc.

That the jolly Sweepstakeby a Frenchman was ta ’en,

And a longst, etc.

To top, To top,3 thou little Ship -boy,Withhey , etc.

And see if this French Man- of-War thou canst descry,And a longst, etc.

A Sayle, a Sayle, under our lee,Withhey , etc.

Yea , and another under her obey,And a longst, etc.

Weigh anchor,weigh anchor, O jolly Boat- swa in,Withhey , etc.Wew ill take this Frenchman, if wecan,

And a longst, etc.

Wehad not sayled leagues two or three,Withhey , etc.

But wemet the French M anof-War upon the Sea ,And a longst, etc.

1 Ama in, surrender.

2 Swads, query Swabs ? swabbers, the ship’s scavengers, the

pumpers, and sea -menia ls.

3 Tap, theplatformonthemasts abovethelower yards of ships.

THE SAILOR’S ONELY DELIGHT 7 3

All haile, All haile, youhuty Gallants,

Ship, and whither areyoubonnd ?

O,weeareMer¢hant-menand bound for Safee,

and war uponthesea,And -mac.

Ad d ing-L ac.

that theGeorge-Aloeahot,

’

aheart aoreafi'aid,

Theaeo’qahotthev ge

-Aloedid afl'

ord,M om:

Heatmek their Ma in-maat orer theboard,Ad ela-( dude.

1 1 1

,723,

"y, hmmmmy yoa braveEngliahMen,

O, whathaveyoudonewithour BI-ethrenonahore,Ar lhq aqld ia Barba ie?

Welald themaboard theStarboard aide,Wuhfi fc.

wethrew theminto theSea ao wide,And alugd wd c

Shewed unto them,

M inu te“,

And almanac.

74 A SAILORs GARLAND

Weelaid themaboard the Larboard side,Withhey , etc.

And weethrew theminto the Sea so w ide,And a longst, etc.

Lord, how it grieves our hearts full Sore,Withhey, etc.

To seethe drown’d Frenchmen sw imalongAnd a longst, etc.

Now gallant Seamen al l,adieu

,Withhey , etc.

This is the la st New es I canw rite to you,T0England

’

s Coastf romB arbarie.

TH E W INNING OF CALE S

ThesubjectOf this ballad is thetaking Of thecity of Cadiz (calledby our sailors corruptly Ca les) onJune2 1 , I59 6, ina descentmadeonthecoast of Spain, under thecommand Of theLord H oward, admiral ,and theEarl of Essex , general .

”

LONG the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquerThreatning our country w ith fyer and sword

Often preparing their navymost sumptuousWi th as grea t plenty as Spa in could afford .

Dub a dub,dub a dub

,thus strike their drums

Tantara, tantara , the Englishman comes.

TO the seas presentlyew ent our lord admiral,With knights couragious and capta ins full good ;Thebrave Earl Of E ssex, a prosperous general,With himprepared to pa ss the salt flood.

Dub a dub, etc.

At Plymouth speedilye, took they ship val iantlye,Braver ships never w ere seen under sayle,With their f a ir colours spread, and streamers ore

head,Now bragging Spaniards

,take heed of your tayle,

Dub a dub, etc .


76 A SAILORS GARLAND

Entering the houses then,of themost richestmen,

For gold and treasure wesearched eche day ;In some places wedid find

,pyes baking left behind,

M eate at fire rosting,and folkes run away .

Dub a dub, etc.

Full of richmerchandize,every shop catched our eyes,

Dama sks and sattens and velvets ful l fayre ;Which soldiersmeasur’d outby the length Of their swords ;Of al l commodities eche had a Share.Dub a dub, etc.

Thus Cales was taken, and our brave generalM arch’

d to themarket - place,where he did stand

Theremany prisoners fell to our severa l shares,M any crav

’

dmercye, andmercyethey fanud .

Dub a dub,etc.

When our brave Genera l saw they delayed al l,

And w old not ransome their towne as they said,With their fa ir wanscots,their presses and bedsteads,

Their joint- stools and tables a fire wemadeAnd when the town burned a l l in flame,With tara

,tantara

,away weeal l came.

TH E END OF TH E LAST FIGHT OF

TH E RE VENGE

(SEPTEMBER 1 1 —1 4, 159 1 )BUT when themoming

’

s dewy locks drunk upA misty moisture fromthe Ocean

’

s face,Thenmight he see the source of sorrow ’s cup

,

Pla inly prefigured in that hateful placeAnd a l l themiseries thatmorta ls supFromtheir great grandsire Adam’s band, disgraceFor al l that did encircle him

,w as his foe,

And that encircled,model of true woe.

WhenGrenvilleaaw hia deaperated eaae,al lmoeed hl tbmt,

Rulea ol truehardhneottO parehaaegraee;Shomthemtheend thetr travatl‘ a tol l had honght,k eetflhrwtfi Fameto over-go,Hov vtleto divetneapttveorerthmv .

Ommeam h and dflventhemto tbewone,FifleemArmado’

a boardlngahavenot wonContentor eambut bam repelled by foroe,

hundnd eannonahot her eide,not ourheammoavm dyed.

Andmu. gm.m'

gyw ‘w

w

M oot thebopeofhoun (for tedlomdapUnto our livesno loogereironit lends).

7 8 A SA ILOR’S GARLAND

Confound our wondered actions and a ssays,Whereon the sw eet ofmortal ears depends,

But as welive by w ills victorious,SO let us die victors of themand us .

And thus resolved, since othermean is reft,Sw eet M a ster- Gunner

,split our keel in twain

,Wecannot live, whomhope of life hath left,Dy ing, our deathsmore glorious lives reta in.

Let not our ship,of shame and foil bereft

,

Unto our foemen for a prize rema inSink her

,and sinking, w ith the Greek w e

’ ll cry,Best not to be, or being soon to die.

Scarce had his words ta ’en w ings fromhis dear tongue,

But the stout M a ster-Gunner, ever richIn heavenly valour and repulsing w rong,Proud that his hands by actionmight enrichH is name and nation w ith a worthy song

,

Tow ered his heart higher than eagle’s pitch,And instantly endeavours to effectGrenvil le

’

s desire,by ending Death

’s defect.

But the other M a ster, and the other M ates,

Dissented fromthe honour Of theirminds,

And humbly prayed the Knight to rue their states,Whommisery to no suchmischief bindsTo himthey allege grea t reasons, and dilatesTheir foes amazements

,whomtheir valour blinds

,

Andmakesmore eager t’enterta inea truce,

Than they to Offer words for war’s excuse.

They show himdivers gallantmenofmight,Where wounds, notmortal, gave hope of recure,

For their sakes sue they to divorce this nightOf desperate chance, called unto Death

’s black lure,

Their lengthened lives,their country

’s caremight right,

And to their Prince theymight good hopes a ssure.Then quoth the Capta in

,Dear Knight

,do not spill

Thelives whomGods and Fates seek not to kill.



(TheSpanish Admiral who then oppresst,Hovering w ith doubt, not daring t

’ end the fray,)And pleads for truce

,w ith soldier- l ike submission

,

Annexing to his words a stra ight condition.

Alonzo,w illing to give end to arms

,

For w ell he knew Grenville woul d never yield,Able his pow er stood like unnumbered swarms,Yet daring not on stricter terms to build

,

He Offers a l l whatmay allay their harmsSafety of lives

,nor any thra ll to w ield,

Free fromthe ga lley, prisonment, or pa in,And safe return unto their soil aga in .

To this he yields, as w ell for his own sake,Whomdespera te hazard might endamage sore,

As for desire the famous Knight to take,Whomin his heart he seemed to deplore,

And for his valour half a god didmake,Extolling himal l othermenbefore,Admiring w ith anhonourable heart

,

H is valour, w isdom,and his soldier’s art.

Bacanmade proud, unconquering t’

over- come,

Swore the brave Knight nor ship he would not lose,Should al l the world in a petition comeAnd therefore of his gallants, forty chose .To board Sir Richard, charging thembe dumbFromthreatening words, fromanger

,and fromblows

,

But w ith all kindness, honour, and admireTo bring himthence, to further Fame

’s desire.

Sooner they boarded not the crazed bark,But they beheld where speechless Grenville lay,Al l smeared in blood, and clouded in the dark

,

Contagious curta in of Death’s tragic day ;They wept for pity, and yet silentmarkWhether his lungs sent living breath away,Which

,when they saw in a iry blasts to fly,

They strived who first should staunch hismisery .

Ot'

Death’

a aadmo, firetruck t to k ill :Tells bimwhat and graeehia eyeamrxpBacan

'

surgeona k indneaa, and his

To whlehheaooght to lend a living flame.“Ayme,” quothGrenville, “aimplemen, l lmowMy body to your General ia aI‘

yonaketg and aa pleaaemy lia beatow ,

For l reapeet itnot,'

thearthand clay ;But formymind thatmlghtiermuehmuehdothTo Heavenit shall, despiteof Spanishmy.

Hemmded and dld never apea kxm,

with

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That when a l l tongues to a l l reports surcea se,Yet shall thy deeds outlive the day of doom,

For even Angels in the Heavens sha ll sing,Grenville unconquered died, still conquering.

O utinam.

GERVASE M ARK HAM

DRAKE ’S DRUM

DRAKE he’s in his hammock an’

a thousandmile away,(Capten, art tha sleepin

’ there below ?)Slung a tween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,An

’ dreamin’

arl the time 0’

Plymouth H oe.

Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships,Wi’ sailor lads a - dancin’ heel - an’

- toe,

An’ the shore- lights flashin’

,an

’ the night - tide dashin’,

He sees et arl SO pla inly as he saw et long ago.

Drake he was a Devonman, an’ ril led the Devon seas,

(Capten, art tha sleepin’ there below

Rovin’

tho’ his death fell, he went w i

’ heart at ease,An

’ dreamin’

arl the time 0’

Plymouth H oe.

Takemy drumto England, hang et by the shore,Strike et w hen your powder

’s runnin’

low

If the Dons sight Devon, I’ll quit the port 0’ Heaven,

An’ drumthemup the Channel as wedrummed themlong ago.

”

Drake he’s in his hammock till the great Armadas come,(Capten, art tha sleepin

’ there belowSlung atw een the round shot, l istenin

’

for the drum,

An’ dreamin’

arl the time 0’

Plymouth H oe.

Ca ll himon the deep sea,call himup the Sound,

Call himwhen yesail tomeet the foe;Where the old trade’s plyin’

an’ the old flag flyin

’

,

They shall find himware an’

wakin’

,as they found him

long ago

HENRY NEWBOLT



Where (O !) great Hawkins and brave Clifford lieThetaking of the city Hatch conceal,Normany other brave attempts reveal.

Only two base ignoble places tell,Famous for nothing but for death and dreadWhere (O !) that, whichmy muse laments, befell,Thestages where our tragedy w as played,Th’

oneScudo, th’

other Portobel la saidBoth to be razed out OfmemoryBut formemorial of this tragedy .

O wherefore should somany famous places,Worthy eternalmemory of fame,

Behere concea led unworthy such disgraces,And these two Should be registered by name,Thoughmeritorious of eterna l blame ?

But some aresometime named to their Shames,

And thereforemust I tell these places names.

Whether of both was in the greatest fault,

I know not,nor I care notmuch to know

(Far deeper pa ssions now mymind assaultThusmuch I know (O that I knew not so !Both jointly joined to aggravate our w oe

Since he onwhomhis country’

s hope relied,

At Scudo sickened, at Port Bella died .

He that the bravest capta in w as a ccountedBoldly to encounter w ith the proudest foe:Now fromhis stately courser is dismounted,And hath by death received anoverthrow

,

Unto the world’s inconsolable w oeThetournament turned to lamenting fears

,

And al l the triumphs into ruthful tears .

What say they ? Death doth grief and sorrow end ?O how they aredeceived in saying so !

Death only did this grief and sorrow sendDeath was the only agent Of our woe,

DRAKE AND HAWKINS

Deathm onr dreary and our dismal foeForhathnot deathhimaelf subdned Drak e,Theworld beaideconld nothimoaptivemak e.

Unto devotimdothhlamind inelinePaning theway and da tnmedltationBegnfling bothwith contemplation.

Attengtb wtthover-tired tediona raee,

dueoblationa to tbeaaintareRaviahed inaptrltwtthde aeal,Becomea a prteatand will nothomerepeal.

So Drakethepllgl-tmot’

theworld tntendingAm ed voyagennto hononr

’

a ahrine,At lengthhia tnheavenhad ending,Whereraviahed v ith morethandlvine,Thatmthetempleof the do shino

Theredid a never dmliferenow ,

Bidding baaeearth, all theworld, adteu.

Weweep tnvainbeeanaet’orhimweweep,

Sincehewithaaints lnthonght-mmonnting joy,AtJovea great featival dothrevel keep,Whereneither aeamity dothhimannoy,


Nor loathed satiety hismind accloy0 S ince that befromus is gone to bliss

,Wedo lament our ownmishap,not his.

Spa in, clap thy hands, while weour hands do w ring,And while wew eep, laugh thou at our distress,While wedo sob and sigh

,sit thou and sing

,

Smile thou,whil e welament w ith heaviness

,While weour grief, do thou thy joy express,Since he whomade us triumph

,and thee quake

,

Hath ceased to live ; 0most victorious Drake

Known to the heavens by honour long before,Now by the presence of the immortal soul,O new -made sa int, (for now amannomore)Admitmy tender infant M use to enrollThy name in honour

’

s everlasting scrollWhat though thy pra ises cannot livebyme?Yetmay I hope to live by praismg thee.

Phoebus himself shall chronicle thy fame,And of a radiant sunbeammake the pen ;Theink themilk whence V ia Lactea came ;Theempyrean heaven, the volume sha ll bethen ;To register themiracle ofmen:

Thesunandmoon the letters capitalThestars the comma s and the periods a l l .

Jove’s silver foot - stool sha ll be libraryThat shall their acts andmonuments contain ;Which that they may to after ages tarryAnd as a truememorial still rema in,Eternity is the adamantine cha inAnd that the heavens still onDrake’s pra isemayThegods shall read and saints peruse the book .

Quis M artemtunica tectumadamantinaDigne scripserit ?

CHARLES FITZ -GEFFERY


A SA ILOR’S GARLAND

Your course securely steer,West and by south forth keep,

Rocks,lee - shores

,nor Shoals

,When Eolus scow ls,

Youneed not fear,

So absolute the deep.

And cheerfully at sea,Success you still entice,To get the pearl and gold

,

And ours to holdVirginia ,

Ea rth’s only Paradise.

Where Nature hath in storeFow l, venison, and fish

,

And the fruitful ’st soil,Without your toil,

Three harvestsmoreAl l greater than your w ish .

And the ambitious vineCrowns w ith his purplemass

,

Thecedar reaching highTO kiss the Sk y ;Thecypress, pine,

And useful sa ssafras.

TO whose,the golden age

Still Na ture ’s law s doth give,NO other cares that tend

,

But themto defendFromw inter’s rage

That long there doth not live .

When as the luscious smellOf that delicious land

,

Above the seas tha t flow s,

Theclear w ind throw s,

Your hearts to sw ellApproaching the dear strand.

THE HONOUR OF BRISTOL 3 9

Inkenning ot'

theshoreGod firstgiven)

Frighting thewideheaven.

And tnregiona farSnchheroea bring yefoflh,As thoaefromwhomweeame,

U

Not knownnnto oor north.

grows

Yonitmay aee,A poet

’

a browa

To erown, thatmay aing tbere.

wmmmAndmneheommend

Mucous. Daw ron

THE HONOUR OF BRISTOL

Of a Battle

p

fooght opontheSea,By a Shl ot

'

Command ;Thefigbt ttwaa so famooa,That al l hlen’

a Heamdo fill,


Thelusty ship of B ristol,Sail

’

d out adventurously,Aga inst the Foes of England,Their strength w ith themto tryWell victual ’d, rig’

d,andmann’d

,With good Provision still,Whichmade themcry, To SeaWiththeAngel Gabriel.

TheCapta in,famous Netheway ,

So he was call’

d by name,TheM aster’s name JohnM ines,Amanof noted Fame

TheGunner ThomasWatson,A M anof perfect Skill

,With other valiant HeartsIntheAngel Gabriel .

They, wa iving up and down the Sea s,Upon the Ocean M a in,

“I t is not long ago,” quoth they,

S inceEnglandfoughtwithSpain,Would wewiththemmightmeetOurmindsfor tofulfil,Wewould p lay a nobleB outWithour Angel Gabriel .

They had no sooner spoken,But straight appear

’

d in sight,Three lusty Spanish vessels,Of w arlike Force and M ight ;With bloody Resolution,They fought our Blood to spill,

And vow’

d tomake a PrizeOf our Angel Gabriel.

Then first came up their Admiral,Themselves for to advance,

In her she bore full forty- eightPieces Of Ordnance ;



With that, their three ships boarded us,Again w ithmight andma in

,

But still our noble EnglishmenCry

’

d out, Aj ig ,for Spa inThough seven times they boarded us,At last weshew

’

d our skill,

Andmade themfeel the ForceOf our Angel Gabriel.

Seven hours this Fight continued,

Andmany Menlay dead,With purple Gore, and Spanish blood,TheSea w as coloured red ;

Five hundred of their Men,Wethere, outright, did kill,Andmanymore w eremaim

’

d

By theAngel Gabriel.

They, seeing of these bloody Spoils,Therestmade haste away,

For why, they saw it was no boot,

Any longer for to stay ;Then they fled into Ca les,And there they must lyestill,

For they nevermore w ill dare tomeetWithour Angel Gabriel.Wehad w ithin our English ShipBut only three Mensla in,

And fivemenhurt, the which I hopeWill soon be w ell aga inAt Bristol wew ere landed,And let us pra ise God still,

That thus hath blest our Men,And our Angel Gabriel.

Now letmenot forget to speakOf the Gift giv

’

nby the OwnerOf the Angel Gabriel,Thatmany years had knownher ;

FROM

mento o’

ertak cDavies, Gilbert, Drake,

haro set,

Whiletheir prood bollden’

bearta havebeenlnclinedTo ohake, aa oor bramenalgna withthewind.

Oby herhéa wereweled of yore,And by oor drnms that thonder

’

d oneaehehore,Strnck withamaaementeoontriea far and near ;

nany y lions ohaaed, ded fromoor arms.l oppoaelnstrncted swarmsOfmenimmaflfld Fatedrew themonto beA greater fameto oor got victory.


Butnow our leaders want ; those vessels lieRotting

,like houses through ill- husbandry ;

And ontheirmasts , where oft the ship - boy stood,Or silver trumpets charmed the brackish flood,Some w ea ried crow is set

and daily seenTheir sides

,instead of pitch, caulked o

’

er w ithgreen .

Ill -hap (alas) have you tha t once w ere knownBy reaping what w as by Iberia sown,By bringing yellow sheaves fromout their plain,M aking our barns the storehouse for their gra in ;When now as if wewa nted land to till

,Wherew ith wemight our useless soldiers fill ;Upon their hatches where half- pikes w ere borne,In every chink rise stems of bearded cornM ocking our idle times that so have w rought us

,

Or putting us inmind wha t once they brought us .WILLIAM BROWNE

AN EPIGRAM UPON HIS M AJE STIE ’S GREATSHIP (TH E SOVERE IGN OF TH E SEAS)LYING IN TH E DOCKS ATWOOLWICHWHAT artist took in hand this ship to frame ?Or who canguess fromwhence these ta ll oaks came ?Unless fromthe full grown Dodonian grove,A w ilderness sole sacred unto Jove .What eyesuch bravematerials hath beheld ?Or by what axes w ere these timbers felled ?Sure Vulcan w ith his three Cyclopean swa ins,Have forged new metals fromtheir active bra ins,Or else, tha t hatchet he hath grinded new ,With which he cleft Jove’s skull, w hat time out-flew

Thearmed Virago, Pa llas, who inspiresWith Art, w ith Science, and a l l high desiresShe hath (no doubt) raptured our undertakerThismachine to devise first, and thenmake her.



Herma insa il (if I do notmuchmistake)For Amphitritemight a kirtlemakeOr in the heat of summer hea fanTO cool the face of the great ocean.

She being angry, if shestretch her lungs,Canrail upon her enemy, w ithmore tongues(Louder than Stentor

’s,as her spleen shall rise)

Than ever Juno’s Argus saw w ith eyes.

I should but losemy self, and crazemy brain,Striving to give this glory of themainA full description

,though the M uses nine

Should quaff tomein rich Mendaeumw ine .Then O youmarine gods, who w ith amaze

,

On this stupendous w ork (emergent) gaze.Take charge of her

,as being a choice gem,

Thatmuch outva lue’s Neptune’s diadem.

THOMAS HEYWOOD ( 1 629

TH E FAM OUS FIGHT AT M ALAGO

OR TH E ENGL ISH M EN’

S VICTORY OVER TH E SPANIARDS

COME a l l youbrave sa ilorsThat sails on themain,I ’ll tell youof a fightThat was lately in Spain ;

And of five sail of frigatesBound to M alago,

For to fight the proud Spaniards,Our orders w as so.

There w as the Hmmand RubyAnd the Antelopea lso,

TheGreyhound and the B ry an

For fireshipsmust goBut so bravely wew eighed,And played our parts

That wemade the proud SpaniardsTo quake in their hearts.

FAMOUS FIGHT AT MALAGO 9 7

Thenweeameto ananehor

They hnng oot thetr flag ol tmee,For to know onr tntent,

And they aent oot their loogboatTo know whatwetneant ;

Botoor Captainheamwered

Beforewedo go.

“Por to bornall our ahtppingYoomoat oa exooae,

’

Thnot fiveaatl ot'

fitgateaShallmaheoa tomme: ”

Botweborntall thelr ahipping

And welefttntheeityPullmany a wtdow .

a ( lameM ,

"

WhichmadetheproodSo

greata eonfosiooaamadelnthetown,


Their w ives and their childrenFor help they did cry,

But none could relieve themThough danger was nigh .

Theflames and the smoke,SO increased their woe,

That they knew not whitherTo run nor to go

Some to shun the fireLeapt into the flood

,

And there they did perishIn water andmud.

Our guns wekept firing,Still shooting ama in

,Whilstmany a proud SpaniardWas on the place SlainTherest being amazedFor succour did cry,

But a l l was in va in,They had nowhere to fly .

At length, being forced,They thought itmost fit,

Unto the brave Englishmen_For to submit ;

And so a conclusionAt last wedidmake,

Upon such conditionsAs was fit to take.

TheSpanish ArmadoDid England no harm

,

Tw a s but a bravadoTo give us a larm

But w ith our five frigatesWedid thembumba ste,Andmade themof Englishmen’

s

Valour to taste.



One of whichdoubtless is by nature blessedAbove both worlds, since

’tis above the rest.For lest some gloominessmight sta in her sk y,Trees there the duty of the clouds supply0noble trust which heaven onthis isle pours,Fertile to be, yet never need her show ers !A happy people, which at once do ga inThebenefits, w ithout the ills, of ra in !Both health and profit fate cannot deny,Where still the earth ismoist, the air still dry ;Thejarring elements no discord know ,

Fuel and ra in together kindly grow ;

And coolness there w ith hea t does never fight,

This only rules by day, and that by night.Your worth to al l these isles a just right brings

,

Thebest of lands should have the best of kings.And these want nothing heaven canafford,Unless it be

,the having you their lord ;

But this great want w ill not a long oneprove,Your conquering sword w ill soon that want removeFor Spa in had better, she

’ll ere long confess,

Have broken al l her swords,than this onepeace

Ca sting that league off, which sheheld so long,

She cast off that which only made her strong.

Forces and art,shesoon w ill feel, areva in,

Peace, aga inst you, w as the sole strength of Spa inBy that alone those islands shesecures,Peacemakes themhers, but w ar w illmake themyours.There the rich grape the soil indulgent breeds,Which of the gods the fancied drink exceeds .They stil l do yield, such is their preciousmould,Al l that is good, and arenot cursed w ith goldWith fatal gold, for still where that does grow,

Neither the soil, nor people, quiet know ;Which troubles mento ra ise it when ’tis ore,And when ’tis raised does trouble themmuchmore.Ah

,why w as thither brought that cause of war

,

K ind 'naturehad fromthence removed so far !

In vain does shethose islands free fromill,If fortune canmake guilty what shew ill ,

1 02 as; SAILOR’

S ‘

IGARLAND

For your renown, the conquering fleet does ride,O ’er sea s as va st as is the Spaniard ’s pride.Whose fleet and trenches viewed, you soon did say,Weto their strength aremore obliged than theyWer’t not for that

,they fromtheir fate would run,

And a third world seek out,our a rms to shun .

Those forts, which there so high and strong appear,Do notsomuch suppress

,as show their fear.

Of speedy victory let nomandoubt,Our w orst work passed

,now wehave found themout.

Behold their navy does at anchor lie,And they areours

,for now they cannot fly.

This said, the whole fleet gave it their applause .And a ll a ssume your courage, in your cause.That bay they enter, which unto themow esThenoblest w reaths which victory bestow sBold Stanier leads ; this fleet’s designed by fateTo give himlaurel

,as the last did plate.

Thethundering cannon now begins the fight,And, though it beat noon, creates a night ;Theair was soon, after the fight begun

,

Farmore enflamed by it, than by the sun.

Never so burning w as that climate knownWar turned the temperate, to the torrid zone.Fate these two fleets

, betw een both worlds,brought

,Who fight, as if for both those worlds they sought.Thousands of ways, thousands ofmenthere die,Some ships aresunk

,some blown up in the sk y.

Nature ne’ermade cedars so high a spireAs oaks did then

,urged by the active fireWhich, by quick powder’s force, so high was sent

That it returned to its own element.Torn limbs some leagues into the island fly,Whil st others lower, in the sea, do lie



TH E EPITAPH ACROSTICK ONROBERT BLAKE

EST here in Peace the sacred Dustf valiant Blake, the good, the j ust,elov

’

d of al l onevery side,ngland

’

s honour, once her pride,

ome’s terror, Dutch annoyer,ruth’

s defender,Spain’s destroyer.

B ring no dry eyes unto this placeL etnot be seen inany ca seA smiling or anunsad face.K indledesires in every breastE ternal ly w i th himto rest.

GEORGE H ARR ISONOnboard theDunbar intheDowns, Aug. I I , 1 657.

TH E ROYAL VICTORY

OBTA INED (WITH TH E PRoVIDENCE or ALM IGHTY GoDAGAINST TH E DUTCH FLEET

,JUNE QND AND 3 1m

,1 65

LET England, and I reland, and Scotland rejoice,And render thanksgiving w ith hea rt and w ith voice.That surly Fanatick that now w ill not sing,Is fa lse to the Kingdom

,and Foeto the King ;

For he that w ill grutch,

Our Fortune is sutch,Doth deal for the Devil

,as w ell as the Dutch ;

For why shouldmy nature or conscience repine,At taking ofhis life, that fa in would havemine .

So high a Victory wecould not command,H ad it not been gain

’

d by anAlmighty hand,Thegreat Lord of Battels did perfect this work,For God and theKing, and the good Duke of York ;

THE ROYAL VICTORY to;

That tnahutchBut, letThey havehonour enonghtoheheotenhy him.

mmm w wa crfltm wmhnployed,To efor theGooquut whichweh-vetxfioy

’

d,

SineeVM tnd Comgetuouc vemutl t ll ngmthonmhy gmt ha dye.

lye

That gnllmthold l’

ellow, yo Sond'

V

bsn-y ,

bend ,ot'

theR-q

I'hey utup our M fl thont onorBntnmv they aregotng to pay fu theScwec.

Tomock atmen'

hmheflehnotmy dmeItnem canadd tomEan-mu’c fime,But l may rejoycethnt theBcttel hwotm,Bea m lntt lctory, God

'

;s wlll lndooc


Whose Justice appearsIn such grea t affa irs,Who w ill for Amboina plague themand their Heirs

,

For he that did comber his conscience w ith gilt,In shedding of blood

,his ownshall beSpilt.

In this cruel Contest (our fortune was such),Wetooke seventeen Men- of-War fromthe Dutch,And likew ise (as then the occasion requir

’

d

And as God would have it) fourteenmore w ere fir’

d

At Amboz’na, whenThey Tortur

’

d our Men,They look

’

d not to have the same paid themagen,With Fire and w ithWater their Sinew s they crack’t,In Fire and inWater they dy’

d for the Fact.

According as our God of Battel commanded,Thebest of their Vessels w ere Fir’d and Stranded,All Ships

,Men- of-War ; for what Power hath Man

To fight w ith that Army, when God leads yeVan:

They Steere and they Stem,

But’twas so extream,

Butmenw ere neer dying, w ith killing of them;They lost, when yeM uskets and Cannons so thunder

’

d,Tw ice somany Thousand, as wehave lost hundred.

’

Twouldmake a brave Englishman’s heart leap to see’

t,

But forty Shipsmade anescape of their Fleet,Which our Menpursue w ithmuch courage and strength,’

Tis doubtless but weshall surprize themat length :If God beour guide,And stand by our side,Weshall bebefriended w ith fa irWind and Tide,

If Providence prosper us w ith a good gale,TheDutch, nor the Devil shall ever preva ile.

Prince Rupert, like lightning flew through their Fleet,Like Flamemix ’

d w ith Powder, their Army didmeet,Ten thousand sla in Bodies the Ocean orespread,That in few hours distance, w ere living and dead



And now rema ins what is worseto tell ,Thegreatest ships had the greatest knell ;Thebrave C’

ronatz'

onand a l l hermenWas lost and drowned every one,Except themate and eighteenmoreWhat in the long boat com’d a shore.

And thus they lost their precious lives ;But the greatest loss was to their w ives,Who

,w ith their children left on shore,

Their husbands’ watery death deplore,And w ept their loss w ithmany tears(But grief endureth not for years).

Now youwho’

ve amind to go to sea,Pray take a useful hint fromme,And live at home, and becontentWith what kind Providence has sent ;For they w ere punish

’

d for theirmisdeeds,

In grumbling when they had no needs.

Now God preserve our noble Queen,Likew ise her M inisters serene ;Andmay they ever steer a courseTomake things better ’stead of worse,And England’s flag triumphant fly,Thedread of every enemy .

ADM IRAL BENBOWOH

, wesail’

d to Virginia, and thence to Fya l ,Where wew ater’

d our Shipping, and so then weigh’

d al l ;Full in view onthe sea , boys, seven sail wedid espy,So wehoisted our topsa ils, and sail

’

d speedily .

0wedrew up our Squadron in a very nice line,And wefought themcourageously for four hours

’ timeBut the day being spent, and the night coming on

,Welet themalone till the darkness was gone.

THE DEATH OF ADMIRAL BENBOW 1 09

Thc v ncxtmoming thc engagement prov’d hot,And h

ec Adminc nhow reccived eohnin-ohot

O whcnhewu wotmdcd, tohic menhe“Takemeup inyonrm hoys, a ny

“mmmwc hnflmdid fly ,Bcnhov forhelp loud did cry,

“Ccrqmedownmthc a ckwg thmil m for smarts,Ifmimcrry'mcnshonld

bleak of theday,

THE DEATH OF ADM IRAL BENBOW

(To thc td M or d l l Sd H )

Con all yonullou bold,

Conc all yoonllonhold,

'

Tis of our Admlnl ’o func,Bn

'

c enhow ulled bymme,H ow hel

'

onght onthemlnYonoha ll heu.

BraveBcnhov hc sctuflPor to t,

a c n hex -t a llFat- tomb

I I O A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Brave Benbow he set sa il,With a fine and pleasant gale,

But his capta ins they turned tailIn a fight.

Says K irkby untoWade,I w ill run

,

”

Says Kirkby untoWade,I w ill run :

I value not disgrace,

N or the losing ofmy place,M y foes I w ill not faceWith a gun.

’

Twas the Ruby and Noah’

s Ark ,Fought the French

,

’

Twa s the Ruby and Noah’s Ark ,Fought the French :

And there was ten in al l,

Poor souls they fought themal l,

They recked themnot at al lNor their noise.

It was our Admira l’s lot,With a cha in- shot,

It was our Admiral’s lot,With a cha in- shot

Our Admiral lost his legs,And to hismenhe begsFight on,my boys,

” he says,’

Tismy lot.

While the surgeon dressed his wounds,Thus he sa id

,While thesurgeon dressed his wounds,Thus he said

,

Letmy cradle now in hasteOn the quarter- deck beplaced,That the Frenchmen Imay face,Till I ’mdead .

”


I I Z A SA ILOR’S GARLAND

Al l in dreary hammocks shrouded,Which for w inding- sheets they wore,And w ith looks by sorrow cloudedFrowning onthat hostile shore.

On themgleam’

d themoon’s wanlustre,When the shade of Hosier brave

H is pa le bands w ere seen tomuster,Rising fromtheir watry grave,

O ’er the glimmering wave he hy’

d him,Where the Burford 1 rear’d her sa il,With three thousand ghosts beside him,

And in groans did Vernon hail.’

Heed,ohheed our fata l story,

I amHosier’s injur’

d ghost,Youwho now have purchas

’

d gloryAt this place where I was lost !

Tho’ in Porto Bello’s ruinYounow triumph free fromfears,When you think onour undoing,Youw illmix your joy w ith tears .

See thesemournful spectres sweepingGhastly o

’

er this hated w ave,Whose wancheeks arestain’

d w ith w eeping ;These w ere English capta ins brave.

M ark those numbers pale and horrid,Those w ere oncemy sailors bold

Lo, each hangs his drooping forehead,While his dismal tale is told.

I, by tw enty sa il attended,Did thi s Spanish town afl

’

right ;Nothing then its w ea lth defendedButmy orders not to fight.

Oh that in this rolling oceanI had cast themw ith disdain ,

And obey’dmy heart

’s warmmotionTo have quell

’

d the pride of Spa in !1 Admiral Vernon’s ship .

For resistancel conld feernone,But withtwcnty sh had doneWhat thomhnveand Vernon,Hastechtev'

d withsixThentheButimentosnever

Nor them thend receiverOfthhgnllmt tnlnhad heen.

ToH

hzweh”Mi l ler: my countryW

M“Md

Thro'

thc hou-

y onmncending,Herc l feedmy eomtantwoe:

H crc theButlmentoa vlewtng,doom,

O’

er theoevnmfior everShall weroamdeprlv’d of re-t,

l l'

to Brlta in'

s shomreturningYonuexlmmy lm'eqm ;


After this proud foesubduing,When your patriot friends yousee,Think onvengeance formy ruin,And for England sham’

d inme.

BRAVE NEWS FROM ADM IRAL VERNON

( 1 740)

COME,loyal Britons all , rejoice, w ith joyful acclamation,

And join w ith oneunited voice upon this j ust occasion,TO Admiral Vernon drink a health, likewise to each brave

fellowWho w ith that noble Admiral was, at the taking Of PortoBello.

FromJama ica he did sa il, w ith Commodore Brown to

attend him,

Aga inst the Spaniards to prevail , for whi ch wemustcommend him,

At Porto Bello he arrived , where each brave ga llant fellowWith Admiral Vernon bravely fought at the taking Of

Porto Bello.

Two men-Of-war of tw enty guns, likew ise five guardacosta ,

They inthe harbour quickly took, to surrender they wereforced, sir,

And then the town he summoned straight, to surrenderto his w ill, 0,Which they refusing, he did shake the town Of Porto Bello.

Hedid bombard it above two day s, and they aga in teturned it,

Thebombs and mortars they did play, hevowed that hewould burn it,Which

, when they came to understand he was so brave afellow

,

They did surrender, out of hand, the town of Porto Bello.


1 1 6 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

To our good King, now loudly sing,may Providence attendhim.

To Admira l Vernon, toss a glass,may Heaven ayedefendhim,

To Commodore Brow n, toss another down, and to each

gallant fellowWho did so bravely play his part at the taking of PortoBello.

BOLD SAWYER

( 1 758)COME a l l yejolly sa ilors, w ith courage stout and bold,Come enter w ith bold Sawyer, he

’ll clothe youal l in gold,Repa ir onboard the old N assau

,We’llmake the French to stand in awe,She’smanned w ith British boys.

Commodore Keppel w ith his good design,Commanded the squadron, fivesa il of the line,

ThePrinceEdward of forty guns,TheFiredralceand Furnacebombs,To take Goree, itmust be done,By true British boys.

The2 9 thOf October, fromSpithead weset sa il,Kind Neptune convey

’

d us w ith a sw eet and pleasantgale

,

SO, steering onthe Barbary shore,Distance about ten leagues ormore,Thew ind, atWest, aloud did roar.Stand by, yeBritish boys .

So, steering onthe lee shore until the break of day,Wespy’

d a lofty sa il onthe Barbary shore to lay,In great distress she seem’

d to be,Her guns al l overboard threw she,Which prov ’

d the Litc/gfield for to be,With all her British boys.

BOLD SAWYER I I 7

givethemno relief,

So n tering thc “SantaTakin good wine onr ship

’

snse,Weugd our clooths good winc to hooze,U kehnveBritiahhoy

-u

I 1 8 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Boa st not of Frenchmen, nor yet of M aclome,Sawyer

’s as big a hero as ever youdid hear,Whilst the shot around himdid flee,

In engaging tw ice the Isle of Goree,

As va liantmenas ever you see,They area ll British boys.

Here’s a health to King George, our sovereignmaj esty,Likewise to Bold Sawyer, that fought the French so free,

Our officers and al l our crew,

Arevaliantmenas e’er youknew ,

SO here’s a health to al l true blue,My brave British boys.

H EART OF OAK

COME,cheer up,my lads !

’tis to glory westeer,To add somethingmore to this w onderful yearTo honour weca ll you, not press you like slaves ;For who areso free as the sons of the waves ?

Hea rt of oak areour ships,

Heart of oak areourmen,Wealways arereadySteady, boys, steady 'We’ll fight and w e’ll conquer aga in and again.

Wene’er see our foes but wew ish themto stay,They never see us but they w ish us away ;If they run, why, wefollow , or run thema shore ;For if they w on

’t fight us wecannot domore.Heart of oak , etc.

They sw ear they’ll invade us, these terrible foes !

They frighten our w omen, our chi ldren and beauxBut should their flat bottoms in darkness get o’

er,Still Britons they

’ll find to receive themon shore.

Heart of oak , etc.



Her timbers yet aresound,And shemay float aga in

,

Full charged w ith England’s thunder,

And plough the distantmain .

But Kempenfelt is gone,His victories areo’

er,And he and his eight hundredShall plough the wave nomore.WILLIAM COWPER

ADM IRAL RODNEY’S TRIUM PH ON TH E

I 2TH OF APRIL

TRUE Britons a ll Of each degree,Rejoice around the nation,

Full bumpers drink andmerry be,Upon this j ust occasion

,

Letmirth onevery brow appear,Rodney victorious is, wehear,For he has drubbed haughty M ounseer

,

Success to gallant Rodney.

Thi s fierce engagement did begin,About six in themorning,

And held till seven in the evening,To yield both parties scorning,

But when brave Rodney he came nigh,Hemade De Grasse peccavi cry ,And forced the proud M ounseers to fly,Success to gallant Rodney.

Though they had thirty - seven sail,They could not save their bacon,

Their numbers nothing did avail,

Their Admiral was taken .

PARKER THE DELEGATE I 2 1

ThoughBodneilhad hut thirty-fou

r,ounseers to giveo

’

cr,H ’

Snccess to gnllnntRodney.

Hetook fiveFrenchuil ol'

thelinc,And onewas sunk inbattle,

ship l t lut,To yicld to gulhnt Rodney.

Our gnllant ttnthey

Theymndc thc hmghty hloumeerAnd forced hlmto knock nnder.

Thehioumeen roued outSacreDleu.

Uponthc l zthop I-il lut

Fool old leHemdea

w

gol of famedby

allmile.

Sum to

A NEW SONG ON PARKER THE DELEGATE

Hm or m Mortar AI‘ Samur

(To thc tuned thelaw y er-y )

l mu not ring inl’arher’r puhe,


Fell Faction’s head they proudl y rear,’

Ga inst Country and’gainst King

, sir,And ontheir land they now do tryDestruction for to bring, sir.Then Britons al l, w ith oneaccord

,

Fight for your Constitution,And let surrounding foes beholdWewant no Revolution.

Parker themeans has brought aboutOur seamen to corrupt, sir,

And like a daring tra itor bold,

Our trade doth interrupt, sir ;Theships at Sheerness rear the flag,Theemblemof defiance

,With sorrow strikes us to reflectOn themw e’ve no reliance.

AnAdmiral he calls himself,Takes a Commander’s sta tion,

On board the Sandwichdoth insultAnd braves the English nation ;

Gives law ,dispenses life and death,

Or punishment disgraceful,

And by his arbitrary deedsHathmade himselfmost hateful .

A terror to each merchant ship,Detains

,and doth themplunder,

And if they offer to sail byHis guns do at themthunder ;Whate’er he likes he fromthemtakes,And should they dare refuse, sir,

Thecapta in’s ordered to be flogged,Thus doth he themill use, sir.

Five hundred pounds is the reward,Thetra itor to bring in, sir,Who thus the bloody flag hath reared’

Gainst Country and’ga inst King, sir ;



Our captain hailed theFrenchman, H o

TheFrenchman then cried out, HalloBear down, d

’

yesee,To our Admiral’s lee !

No, no,” says the Frenchman, “that can

’tThen I must lug youa long w ithme,Says the saucy Arethusa .

Thefight was off the Frenchman’s land,Weforced themback upon the strand,For wefought till not a stick could stand

Of the gallant Arethusa .

And now w e’ve driven the foeashoreNever to fight w ith Britonsmore,

Let each fill his glassTo his fav ’

ritelassA health to the capta in and Officers true

,

And a ll that belong to the jovial crewOn board of the Arethusa .

PR INCE HOARE

A NEWSONG ON LORD NELSON’SVICTORY AT COPENHAGEN

DRAWnear, yegallant seamen, while I the truth unfold,Of as gallant a naval victory as ever yet was told,Thesecond day of April la st, upon the Baltic M a in

,

Parker, Nelson, and their brave tars, fresh laurels theredid ga in .With their thundering and roaring, rattling and

Thundering and roaring bombs.

Gallant Nelson volunteer’

d himself, w ith twelve sa ilformed a line,

And in the Road of Copenhagen hebegan his grand

NELSON‘S VICTORY AT COPENHAGEN 1 25

tamwithusml comge, theirnlour did displuy,theDanishnavy uponthatglorious day.

inm and rear wefind,po of thelinc ;

thefight begun,’

tis true,WeCopenhngennet onfire, my hoyl , hcfore the clock

thewwn,And withonr homho werc fnlly hent to burntheir city

downManua '

s w omm w sm

rent a fleg of tmceonhonrd, their clty fior to

of hiseyeand arm, hold Nelaondoeedeehre,hheountry, not onlnehof themhc'

ll rpore;he‘rmndc to metheday thet they cvc ml

loin,dup het Q fonr herunli , and took l ix of the

a;

a

l

l

:

5Now drink a henlthto gnlhnt NM thewonder ol

'

the

thui

pleélefcnoeot’

hh eonntry hh am mu

And w hh’

hold and nhant hmwho ploughthengingAnd who never werenfinid to facetheduing encmy.

I 2 6 A SAILOR’

S GARLAND

TH E BRAVE TARS OF OLD ENGLAND

(To thetuneof TheOld EnglishRoastBeg“)

LONG time of thesea bad old England been Queen,When republican France thought to a lter the scene,So sheworked day and night tomake up amarine,To fight the brave tars of old England,And to fight w ith the bold British tars.

But the day theymet How e onthe seas theymay rue,For to show themthe difference he very w el l knew ,

Tw ixt tri - coloured cockades and trueBritishblue,Huzza

,for the tars of old England,

And huzza for the bold British tars .

They w ere swept fromthesea onthe land high and dry,Till they ventured their luck in a fog once to try ;But a stormsent themba ck pleased in harbour to lie,Secure fromthe tars of Old England,Secure fromthe bold British tars.

Yet unwilling w ith Brita in’s domain to agree,Theymadeup some rods of their Liberty treeAnd w ith themthey lashed other folk out to seaTo fight the brave tars of old England,To fight w ith the brave British tars.

Spanish dons in great force of big ships they w ere seen,ButJervis and Nelson to fight themw ere keen

,

So they fought and they beat tw enty - seven w ith fifteen,M ann’d by the brave tars of old England,M ann’d by the old bold British tars .

Then the French crammed their principles downDutch throats,

And forced the Mynheers for to a lter their notes,And to don the red cap and become Sans Cul lotes,And to fight the brave tars of old England

,

And to fight with the bold British tars.



Their hulks were a riddle, their canva s a rag,

Tenstruck w ith their Vice and their Admiral’s flagTheir friends onthe shore had no rea son to bragOf success against tars of old England,Of success against bold British tars.

Then Gallia, exerting the strength of her power,Sent a fleet out a skulking to Africa ’s shore,To plunder and rob the Egyptian store,And elude the brave tars of Old England,And to bilk al l the brave Britishtars.

But Nelson, that bold British Boy did set sail,And in their concealment the Frenchmen did nail,He destroyed their fine scheme, pulled the sting

their ta il,And played themthe tars Of old England,To the tune of the bold British tars .

On their ships and their batteries, so fierce did he fall,That he burnt, sunk, and took and destroyed themall .

A piping hot supper of powder and ballThey received fromthe tars of old England,Piping hot fromthe bold British tars .

Britannia ’s high trident,still waving onhigh,

B ids her ta rs a ll be true,and their foes al l defy ;

To avenge al l her w rongs they w ill conquer or die,Like brave jolly tars of old England,Theconquering brave British tars .

Now fil l up a glass, while a bumper wehave,To How e, Jervis, Duncan, and Nelson the Brave ;To the bold British tars, who now rule onthe wave

,

Huzza for the bulwarks of England,

And health to each bold British tar.

TRAFALGAR I 2 9

”Pwas at theeloaeof thatdark mornOnwhichour Hero, eonquering, died,

seaman'

sha rtm tornc

32mot'

nor'row and of prides

Of

‘mz.. thatoneohortday wonldot'

eternal rplendourdone,Full tV enty hoetileendgna low,

And twenty giorioua victorlea won

All ahakenintheennflictpaat,

Thegale, that ahook thegroaningmaatThc wave, thatcl imh’d thetatter’d shroud.

Byflng gleamd mllcnllght,wornand weary reamenview’

dThehard-earn

’

d pdaea of thefightSink , found

'

ring, inthemldnightflood

fear’d,brethrendrown'd.


And oft they cried (asmemory roll’

d

On H im,so late their hope and guide,

Butnow a bloody corse and cold),“Was it for this that NELSON died ?

For three short days, and three long nights,They wrestled w ith the tempest

’s forceAnd sank the trophies of their fights,And thought upon that bloody corse

But when the fairermorn aroseBright o’

er the yet- tumultuousmain,

They saw no wreck but that of foes,No ruin but of Franceand Spain

And victors now of wi nds and seas,Beheld the British vessels brave,

Breasting the ocean at their ease,Like sea - birds ontheir native wave

And now they cried (because they foundOld England’s fleet in al l its pride

,While Spain’s and France’s hopes w ere drown’d,

It was for this that NELSON died !

He died, w ith many anhundred boldAnd honest hearts as ever beat

But where’s theBritish heart so coldThat would not die in such a feat

Yes ! by theirmemories by al l

Thehonours whi ch their tomb surround !Theirs was the noblest

,happiest fallWhich evermortal courage crown’

d.



Broadside after broadside, our cannon ball s did fly,Thesmall shot, l ike ha ilstones, upon the deck did lie.

Theirmasts and rigging weshot away,Besides some thousands onthat dayWere killed and wounded in the fray

On both sides, brave boys.

Lord reward brave Nelson, and protect his soul,Nineteen sa il the combin’d fleets lost in the whole;

TheAchilleblew up amidst themal l,Whichmade the French formercy call

Nelson was sla in by a musket - ball,M ourn, Britons, M ourn .

Each bravecommander in tears did shake hisTheir grief w asno relief when Nelson he was

It was by a fatalmusket-ball,Which caus’d our Hero for to fall,

He cried, Fight on, God bless youall,

M y brave British Tars .”

Huzza ,my valiant Seamen, huzza, wegain’

d the day,But lost a brave commander, bleeding on the layWith joy we’d gain’

d the victory,Before his death

,he did pla inly see,

I die inpeace,bless God,

” sa id he,Thevictory is won.

”

I hope this glorious Victory w ill bring a speedy peace,That a l l trade in E nglandmay flourish and increase,

And our ships fromport to port go freeAs before, let us w ith themagree

,

M ay this turn the heart of our Enemy.

Huzza,my brave boys.

VICTORIA 1 33

VICTORIA

Therewaa ahaoln

lnall tbedmih

hohlly, at their pheeol duty.

”—CM M 3W .

Queen! What la thia thateomea

of war,

Wheretarriea ahevho ahould

Took sheher death-wound.


Launched onthe fata l curve,T00 late to stay or sw erve

,

Starkly the CamperdoumRounded, descended,

Struck— saw ,and backward reeled,

As he who on the fieldBy Oxus smote his ownSohrab, the splendid.

But She, the stricken hull,Thedoomed, the beautiful,Proudly to fate abasedHer brow Titanic.

Praise now hermultitudeWho,nursed in fortitude,

Fell in ondeck and facedDeathw ithout panic.

Heaven, tha t to admirals,Assigns their funerals

,

To some the battle’s ridgeFull - starred, to die ou

Took not the spirit proudFromhimsheless allow ed.

Ca lm,cool, upon the bridge,

Sank the brave Tryon !

Now for the seamenWhomThy not degenerate wombGave thus to die for thee,England

, betearlessRise

,and w ith front serene

Answ er, thou Spa rtan queen .

Still God is good tome:My sons arefearless.

”


POEM S OF SAILORS AND OF

LIFE AT SEA

TH E SH IPMAN

A SCH IPMAN was ther, wonying fer by westeFor ought I woot, he was of Dertemouthe.

He rood upon a rouncy as he couthe,In a gowneOf faldying to the kne.A dagger hanging ona laa s haddeheAboute his nekke under his armadoun .

Theboote somer hadmaad his hew al broun ;And certa inly he was a good felawe.

Ful many a draught of wynhad he draw eFrom Burdeux -ward, while tha t the Chapman

sleep .

Of nyce conscience took he no keep.

If that he foughte, and haddethe heigher hand,By water he sente hemhoomto every land.

But of his craft to reckon w ell the tydes,His stremes, and his dangers himbesides,H isherbergh, and hismone, his lodemenage,Ther was nonsuch fromHulle to Cartage.Hardy he was, and wys to undertakeWithmany a tempest badde his berd ben shake.He knew we] al the havenes, as thei w ere,FromScotland to the Cape of Fynestere,And every cryk in Bretayneand in SpayneHis barge y- clepud was the M agdelayne.

GEOFFREY CHAUCER

SAILING OF THE PILGRIMS 1 37

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ketheg ’At Sandv yehg or at yuchy

AtBriatov,or wherethathythee,

Theyrhertahegynto fayle.

Anonethemntyreommaundethi'

ast

To hya rhyp—meninall thehnt,To dre-ehemroneahout themaat,

Theyrhk elyng tomahe.

With“howel hl-a ! thenthey cry,“Whahhoiat l matethow stondeat tony,’

Thy felowmay nathaletheby s"Thus they hegyntotomlse.

A hoy or tveyneanoneAnd overthwartetheaayle-yerdelyen;“Yhow l ta lia l

" ‘ thercmenauntecryen,And puflwithall theyrmyght.

Berton theboote,‘ hate-ev ayne, anon,

G

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054 0 holdndM fl finun’anw ’

rmntrouhlca.

1 38 A SAILOR’

S GARLAND

Halethebowelyne! now , vere theshete !Cooke,make redy anooneourmete,Our ‘

pylgryms haveno lust to ete,I pray God yevehimrest.

G0 to the helm! what, how e ! no nere ? 1Steward, felow ! a pot of bere !Ye shall have, sir, w ith good chere,Anone all of the best.

Y howe! trussa 2 hale in the braylesThow halest nat, beGod, thow fayles,0sehow w ell ow re good shyp sayles !

And thus they say among.

Hale in theWartak e 3 “Hit shall bedone .Steward ! cover the boorde anone,

And set bred and salt thereone,And tarry nat to long.

Then cometh ooneand seyth, BemeryYe shall have a stormeor a pery .

” 4

Hold thow thy pese ! thow canst no whery,Thow medlyst wondyr sore.

”

Thysmenewhylethe pylgryms ly,And have theyr bow lys fast themby,And cry afthyr hotemalvesy ,

Thow helpe for to restore .

And somw old have a saltyd tost,For they myght ete neyther sode nerostA manmyght sone pay for theyr cost,

As for 00 day or twayne.

1 N onere, steerno nearer thewind2 Trussa , a call or hauling shout. O trussher up.

3A warp . 4 A pery , a danger.



Our King has written a bra id letterAnd sea led it wi’ his hand

,

And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,Was walking onthe strand.

To Noroway, to Noroway,To Noroway o

’

er the faemTheKing’s daughter to Noroway,

’

Tis thoumaun bring her hame.

Thefirst word that Sir Patrick read,Saeloud, loud lauched he

Theneist word that Sir Patrick read,Thetear blinded his ee.

O wha is thishas done this deed,And tauld the King ofme,

To send us out at this time 0’

yearTo sail upon the sea ?

Beit w ind, beit w eet, beit hail, beit sleet,Our shipmust sail the faem

TheKing’s daughter to Noroway,’

Tis wemust bring her hame.”

They hoysed their sails onM ondaymornWi’ a ’ the speed theymay ;They haelanded in NorowayUpon aWodensday .

They hadna been a week, a w eek,In N oroway, but twae,When tha t the lords 0’ NorowayBegan a loud to say :

Ye Scottishmenspend a’

our King’s goudAnd a

’

our Queenis fee .

“Ye lie, yelie, yeliars loud,

Fu’ loud I hear yelie !

SIR PATRICK SPENS I 4 I

“Fot roughtaamiek lewhitemonieAa

ganemymenandme,

t

Outo’

er thesea wi’me.

Mak’

ready,mak ’

ready,mymerrymengudeah naila themorn.

”

“Nomever e,mymaater dear,I fear a deadly rtorm.

“I aaw thenewmoonlateyel treenWi’ theauldmooninher arm;And, ii

'

we to aea,maatcr,I i

'

ear vre eometo harm.

"

“O wherewil l I get a ga leTo tak my helminhand,

Till l gae“to thetall to

pnnt

To aeeif canopy hnd

“O hereaxnl , a aallor

To ta lt’

thehehninhand,Till youg

up to thetallBut lMyoe

’

flneer”my

OWM N P»And theaalt aea iteamein.

Anither o’

thetwine,And wap theminto our ahi a side,And letna thesea eome


They fetched a web 0’

thesilken claith,Anither O’ the tw ine,

And they wapped themround that gudeBut still the sea cam’ in.

0 9

O laith, laith w ere our gude Scots lordsTo w eet theirmilk-white hands

But lang ere a ’ the play was ow erThey wat their gowden bands.

O laith, la ith w ere our gude Scots lordsTo weet their cork - heeled shoon ;

But lang ere a ’ the play was playedThey wat their hats aboon.

O lang, langmay the ladies sitWi’ their fans intill their hand,Before they seeSir Patrick SpensCome sail ing to thestrand !

And lang, langmay thema idens SitWi’ their goud ka ims in their hair,A

’

w aiting for their aindear loves !For themthey

’ll see naema ir.

Hauf ow er, hauf ow er to Aberdour,It

’

s fifty fathoms deep,And there lies gude Sir Patrick SpensWi’ the Scots lords at his feet .

FROM TH E TEM PE ST

ACT I .

SCENE I .— Ona Ship at Sea . A tempestuous noiseofThunder and Lightning heard.

Enter a Ship -M aster and a B oatswain.

M aster. Boatswa in !B oats. Here,master : what cheer ?M ast. Good, speak to themariners : fa ll to ’

t yarely, orwerun ourselves aground : bestir, bestir. [Exit



Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZ ALO.

Yet aga in ? what do you here ? Shall wegive o’

er, anddrown ? Have youamind to sink ?Seb. A pox 0

’

your throat, you baw ling, bla sphemous,incharitable dog !B oats.Work you, then.

Ant. Hang,cur

,hang, youWhoreson, insolent noise

maker,weareless afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I’ll warrant himfor drowning,though the ship

,

w ere no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as anumstanched w ench.

B oats. Lay her a - hold, a - hold ! Sether two courses off

to sea again ; lay her Off.

Enter M ariners, wet.

M ar. All

—

lost to prayers, to prayers ! all lost !

Boats.What,must ourmouths becold ?Gon. Theking and prince at prayers ; let

’s assist them,

For our case is as theirs .Seb. I amout of patience.Ant.Wearemerely cheated of our lives by drunkards.

This w ide- chopped rascal,’

would, thou might’st liedrowning,

Thewashing of tentides !Gon. He’ll behanged yet,

Though every drop of water sw ear aga inst it,And gape at w id’

st to glut him.

[A confused noisewithin] M ercy onusWesplit, weSplit — Farew ell,my w ife and children !Farew ell, brother —Wesplit, wesplit, wesplitAnt. Let’s a l l sink w ith the king.

Seb. Let’s take leave ofhim.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea foran acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, anything. Thew ills above bedone, but I would fa in die a

dry death . [ExitWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

BALLAD OF SEA PARDINGERs 1 45THE SAYLOR‘S SONG

Ws Seamenare

Whosemuaic la theCannon’

snolse,Whosesporting ia withlmoch-a.

”I‘

iahraveto seea ship to sailWithsl l her trimgearmAs thoughtheDeVil wereather tailShewiththewind will run-a.

Comeletus reek ’

nwhat ship areours,

TheBall with 7 31 8 00.

TheBccr, theDog, tha r, theKile

Thatstuchfast to theRoser,They ehaaed the

'

l’

nrhlna day and nlghtFromScanderoonto Dover.

A hea lthto bravesea-soldiers all ,

And loflymusic sound-a.

(FromWil d Dmllcry 168 9 )

A BALLAD OF SEA FARDINGERS,DESCRIBING EVIL FORTUNE

e pencanwell report t

Oi'

thosethat ti'avel ontheseagugh

WithTheir poorestatetshard to show .

I O


When boistering w inds begin to roarOn cruel coasts, fromhaven we,Thefoggymists so dims the shore,Therocks and sands wemay not see,N or have no roomat sea to try,But pray to God, and yield to die.

When shoals and sandy banks appear,What pilot candirect his course ?When foaming tides drive us so near,Ala s ! what fortune canbeworse ?Then anchor’s holdmust beour stay,Or else wefall into decay.

Wewander still fromluff to lie,And find no steadfast w ind to blowWestill remain in j eopardy,Each perilous point is hard to ShowIn time wehope to find redress

,

That long have lived in heaviness.

O pinching, w eary, loathsome life,

That travel still in far exile,Thedangers great on sea s be rifeWhose recompense doth yield butO Fortune

,grantmemy desire,

A happy end I do require.

When frets and storms have had their fill,And gentle calmthe coast w ill clear,Then haughty hearts shall have their w ill,That long hast w ept w ithmourning cheer ;And leave the sea s w ith their annoy,At home at ease to live in joy.

(SloaneM S. 249 7 fol . 47)



He had anAugur fit for the nonce,in the Netherlands ;

He had anAugur fit for the nonce, in the Netherlands,Thewhich w ill bore fifteen good holes at once

,sa iling in

the Low lands .

Some w ere atCards, and some atDice, in the NetherlandsSome w ere at Cards, and some atDice, in the Netherlands,Until the salt w ater flashed in their eyes, sa iling in the

Low lands .

Some cut their hats, and some cut their caps, in theNetherlands

Some cut their hats,and some out their caps

,in the

Netherlands,For to stop thesalt water gaps, sailing in theLow lands.

He Sethis breast, and away did sw im,in the Netherlands

He set his breast, and away did sw im,in the Netherlands

,

Until he came to his ownship aga in,sail ing in the Low

lands.

I have done thework I promised to do, in the Netherlands

I have done thework I promised to do, in the Netherlands.

I have sunk the false Gal laly, and released theSweetTrinity, sa iling in theLow lands.

Youpromisedmegold, and youpromised mefee, in theNetherlands

Youpromi sed megold, and you promised mefee, in theNetherlands ;

Your eldest daughtermy wife she must be, sailing in theLow lands.”

You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, in theNetherlands

You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, in theNetherlands

Butmy eldest daughter your w ife shall never be, sailingin the Low lands.”

THE GOUDEN VAN ITEE 1 49

“Thent'

areyou welhyou coaching Lord, in theNether

Thenhzd

g;

you wel l, you coaching Lord, intheNether.lands ;

not so good as your word, sailing inthe

And thus l shall concludemy Song of thesailing inthe

Wishing all happiness to al l Seamenhothold and young,Intheir sailing intheLowlands.

THE GOULDEN VAN ITEE

ship was she,

I50 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

So they sew ed himup tight in a black bull ’s skin,I k iddledu, and the Low lands low ;

And threw himover deck- board,sink he or sw im

As they sail to the Low lands low .

About and about and about w ent he,I k iddledu, and the Low lands low ;

Until he had swamto the French gallee,As she sailed to the Low lands low .

0 some w ere playing cards, and some wereplaying dice,I k iddledu, and the Low lands low ;When he took out anaugur

, bored thirtyholes at tw ice,As shesailed to the Low lands low .

And some they ranw ith cloaks, and somethey ranw ithcaps

,

I k iddledu, and the Low lands low ;

To try if they could stop the salt water drops,As she sa iled to the Low lands low .

About and about and about w ent he,I k iddledu, and the Low lands low ;

Until he came back to the GouldenVanitee,As shesailed to the Low lands low .

Now heavemeo’

er a rope, and swaymeup aboard,I k iddledu

,and the Low lands low ;

And givemethe farmland, as good as your word,As yesa il to the Low lands low .

”

We’ll heave youno rope, nor sway youup aboa rd,I k iddleda , and the Low lands low

Nor give you anestate,as good as our word,

AS wesail to the Low lands low .

”

Out spokethe little cabin - boy, out spoke he,I k iddledu, and the Low lands low ;

I ’ll sink yeas I sunk the French gallee,As yesail to the Low lands low .

”



TheBoy hebent his breast, and heswamback again,And the sa lt sea water was cold upon his bra in,And he cried, O takemeup, or I shall besla in,I amdrowning intheLowlands low.

I ’ll not take youup, you canclimb up her side,I w ill not take you up, themaster repliedI w ill kill you, I w ill shoot you,

” the cruel mastercried,Youmay sink intheLowlands low.

TheBoy he swamround al l by the starboard side,And they la id himonthe deck, and there he soon died,And they sew ed himup tight in a black bull’s hide,And they hove himinto the sea to go down w ith the

tide,And sunk himintheLowlands low.

TH E STORM

ENGLAND, to whomweowewhat webeand have,Sad that her sons did seek a foreign grave,For Fate’s or Fortune’s drifts none can soothsay

Honour andmisery have oneface, and wayFromout her pregnant entra ils sighed a w ind

,Which at the a ir’smiddlemarble roomdid findSuch strong resistance, that itself it threwDownward aga in and so when it did ViewH ow in the port our fleet dear time did leese

,Withering like prisoners,which lie but for fees

,

M ildly it k iss’

d our sa ils,and fresh and sweet

— As to a stomach starved, whose insidesmeet,M eat comes — it came ; and swoleour sails, when weSo joy

’

d,as Sarah her sw elling joyed to see.

But’twas but so kind as our countrymen,Which bring friends oneday’s way, and leave themthen.


Compared to these storms death is but a qualm,

Hell somewhat lightsome,the Bermudas calm.

Darkness, light’s eldest brother

,his birthright

Cla ims o’

er the world, and to heaven hath chasedlight.

All things areone, and that onenone canbe,Since a l l forms uniformdeformityDoth cover ; so that we, except God sayAnother Fiat

,shall have nomore day.

So Violent, yet long, these furies be.JOHN DONNE

SHORTENING SAIL

As the proud horse, w ith costly trappings gay,Exulting prances to the bloody fraySpurning the ground

,he glories in hi smight,

But reels tumultuous in the shock of fight ;E

’

enso, caparison’

d in gaudy pride,Theboundn vessel dances on the tide.Fierce andmore fierce the southern demon blew,

Andmore incens’d the roaring waters grew .

Theship no longer canher topsa ils spread,And every hope of fa irer skies is fled.

Bow lines and halliards arerelax ’

d aga in ;Clue - lines haul’d down

,and sheets let fly amain

Glu'

d up,each topsail, and by braces squar

’dTheseamen climb a loft oneither yard .

They furl the sail, and pointed to theWindTheya rd, by roll ing tackles 1 then confin

’

d.While o’

er the ship the gallant boa tswain flies,Like a hoarsemastifl’

,thro’ the stormhe cries

Prompt to direct the unskilful still appearsTh’ expert he praises

,and the fearful cheers .

1 Therol ling tack leis anassemblageof ul lies used to confinetheyard to theweather sideof themast, an prevent theformer fromrubbing againstthelatter by thefluctuatingmotionOf theship.


156 A SAILORS GARLAND

Til l deep immerg’

d the languid orb declines,And now to cheerless night the sk y resigns !Sad evening’s hour

,how different fromthe past !

NO flaming pomp,no blushing glories ca st ;

No ray of friendly light is seen aroundThemoon and stars in hopeless shade aredrown’d.

Theship no longer canher courses 1 bear ;To reef the courses is thema ster’s careThesa il ors summon’

d aft, a daring band !Attend th’ unfolding brails at his command .

But here the doubtful officers dispute,Till skill and judgment prejudice confute.Rodmond, whose genius never soar

’d beyondThenarrow rules of art his youth had conn

’

d,Still to the hostile fury of the w indReleas

’

d the sheet,and kept the tack confin

’

d

TO long tried practiceobstinately warm,

He doubts conviction, and relies onformBut the sagema ster this advice declinesWith whomArion in opinion joins .Thew atchful seaman

,whose sagacious eye

On sure experiencemay w ith truth rely,Who fromthe reigning cause foretels th’ effect .This barbarous practice ever w ill rej ect.For

,fluttering loose in air

,the rigid sail

Soon slits to ruins in the furious gale !And he who strives the tempest to disa rm,Will never first embra il the lee yard - arm.

Thema ster said ; obedient to commandTo ra ise the ta ck the ready sailors stand .

2

Gradual it loosens,while th’ involving clue,

Swel l’

d by theWi nd, aloft unruffling flew .

Thesheet and w eather- brace they now stand by 3

Thelee clue - garnet and the bunt- lines ply .

1 Thecourses aregenera l ly understood to bethemainsail, foresail,andmizzen

,which arethelargest and lowestsails ontheir severalmasts.

2 Ithas beenremarked, the tack is a lways fastened to windwardaccordingly as soon as it is cast loose, and theclue-garnet hauled up,theweather clueOf thesailmounts to theyard.

3 I t isnecessary to pul l in theweather bracewhenever thesheet iscastoff, to preservethesail fromshak ing violently.


Thecircling earings, round th’ extremes entw in’

d,

By outer and by inner turns 1 they bind.

Fromhand to hand, the reef- lines next receiv’

d,Thro’

eye- let holes and robin - legs w ere reev ’

d.

Thereef in double folds involv ’

d they lay ;Stra in the firmcord, and either end belay.

Hadst thou, Arion, held the leeward post,While onthe yard bymounta in billow s tost ;Perhaps oblivion o

’

er our tragic ta leH ad then for ever drawn her dusky veilBut ruling H eav ’

nprolong’

d thy vita l date,Severer ills to suffer and relate.For, while their orders those aloft attend,

To furl themainsa il,or ondeck descend

,

A sea 2 upsurging, w ith tremendous roll,To instant ruin seems to doomthe whole.0friends, secure your hold ! Arion criesIt comes a l l dr eadful, stooping fromthe skies !Uplifted on its horrid edge, shefeelsTheshock, and onher side half- bury

’

d reelsThesail, half- bury

’

d in the whelming wave,A fea rful warning to the seamen gaveWhile fromitsmargin, terrible to tell,Three sa ilors w ith their gallant boatswain fell.Torn w ith resistless fury fromtheir hold,In va in their struggling arms the yard enfoldIn va in to grapple fly ing cords they try ;Thecords, a las a solid gripe deny !Prone on themidnight surge, w ith panting breathThey cried for aid, and long contend w ith death.

High o’

er their heads the rolling billow s sw eep,And down they sink in everla sting sleep.

FromWILLIAM FALCONER’S Shipwreck

1 Theouter turns of thecaring serveto extend thesail a long theyard and theinner turns areemp loyed to confineits head ropecloseto its surface.

Q

2 A sea is thegenera l namegiven by sailors to a singlewave whena wavebursts over thedeck , thevessel is said to haveshipped a sea .

(Thenotes areFa lconer’s. )



Whether a rotten state, and hope Of gain,Or to disusemefromthe quea sy pa inOf being beloved and loving

,or the thirst

Of honour or fa ir death, out- push’dmefirst,

I losemy end ; for here, as w ell as I,A desperatemay live, and coward die.Stag, dog, and a l l whichIs pa id w ith life or prey,Fate grudges us al l, andA scourge,

’ga inst which to pray.

He tha t at sea prays formore w iUnder the polesmay beg cold, heat in hell,What arewethen ? H ow littlemore, a la s,Ismannow, than, before he was, he was ?Nothing for us, wearefor nothing fit ;Chance

,or ourselves, still disproportion it .Wehave no pow er, no w ill, no sense I lie,

I should not then thus feel thismisery.

JOHN DONNE

NEPTUNE ’S RAGING FURY , OR

TH E GALLANT SEAM AN’S SUFFERINGS

YOU Gentlemen of,England

,

That live at home at ease,Full little do you think uponTheDangers of the Seas :Give ear unto the M ariners,And they w ill pla inl y show ,

Thecares and the fearsWhenthestormy winds do

All you that will beSeamen,M ust bear a valiant heart,For when you come upon the Seas,Youmust not think to start

NEPTUNE'S RAGING FURY’

1 61

Bothday and night withmany a fight,Weaeldomrest secure:


TheLawyer and the Usurer,That sit in gowns of Fur,In closets w arm

,can take no harm

,

Abroad they need not stir ;When w inter fierce, w ith co‘d doth pierce

,

And beats w ith hail and snow,Wearesure to endure,When, etc.

Webring home costly merchandise,And Jew els of grea t price,To serve our EnglishGallantry,Withmany a rare device :To please the EnglishGallantryOur pa ins wefreely show ,

For wetoyl , and wemoylWhen, etc.

Wesometimes sail to the IndiesTo fetch home Spices rare,Sometimes aga in, to FranceandFor w ines beyond compare ;While ga llants arecarousingIn Tavern in a row

,

Then wesw eep o’

er the deepWhen, etc.

When tempests areblown over,

And greatest fears arepast,Ay, w eather fa ir, and temperateWestra ight lyedown to restBut, when the billow s tumble,And waves do furious grow ,

Then werouse, up werouse,When,etc.

If enemies oppose us,When England is at w ars

,With any foreignNations,Wefear notwounds and scars



It was In seventeen hundred and five,

(That was the very date of the year),M y parents did formeprovideThebest of learning I declare .

When I grew up they askedme,“What trademust weprepare for thee ?M y answ er was to themagain,Imean to range the roaring sea ;

M y whimsi ca l bra in did falsely shTheplea suresmen enjoy at sea,But oh, the sorrow , grief, and woe,They suffer in extremity .

If there bepleasure onthe sea,’

Tis when the w ind and w ea ther’s fair,With a bow l of punch, Here’s to thee, Jack,“Thanks, Tom, let

’s drink to drown a l l care.”

Hardships full w ell weknow there be,Fromwhich wedare not flinch, youknow,

Dark disma l nights, and lofty sea,

Contrary w inds, hail, ra in, and snow .

When weareonthe roaringma in,

Thew ind right aft and a plea sant gale,Wehave our w ish and heart’s desire

,’

Tis then wespread a crowd of sa ilOurmainsa il hauled up in the bra ils

,

Our foresails drive us clearly through,M ain topsa ils and topgallant sailsWe’ll hoist andmake a gallant show .

Fore and fore topsail stunsa ils set,SO cheerily then wedrive along ;When this is done then down wesit

,

To a bow l of punch and a merry songWedrink a hea lth unto our w ives,

Thepretty girls our sw eethearts, too,Thecapta in and the officers,Our good - like ship and jovial crew.

DISTRESSED SAILORS GARLAND

MMA

M

.

M

M

M

WM

M

M

MWMAa

REA

L

M

an

MA

M how lineshauled,

faem

“mm uM

mm

M .aI

an

M

MWM

R

mimamm

’

til “LuE,


And seethe geers cleared fore and aft,Thedownhaul tackles hooked also

,

And all things readily preparedBoth up aloft and here below .

Brail up themizzen snug,my boys,

So, cheerily low er away the yard,Thepetrel show s herself

,I vow ,

Which tells us plainly it w ill blow hardYou nimble fellow at the helm

,

Pray keep her under your command,A good rack full and aw ay with her,N0 near, my boys,

“no near you can.

A good hand stand to thema in sheet,

And seela l l clear to let her fly ;It looks as thick as buttermilk,And w ill be w ith us by and by ;So hard - a -weather goes the helm,

Let fly your main sheet now with speed,Thefurious squall w ill soon be overIt breaks apace you may perceive.

So gather aft your sheet aga in,Look round, my boys, let

’s lose no ground,Thesky looks dark and dismal wet,We’ll surely low er our foreyard down.

So forward now ,my hearts of gold,

See clear the lifts in the first placeA sturdy fellow to the geers

,

Strength is required at the brace.

Thedown haul tackles must bemanned,Clew garnets

,bow lines, leech - lines too,

Loose off the sheet,let’s rise the jack ;

Come now,my boys, and raise her clew ;

Belay the lifts, secure the yards,And up aloft and furl himsnug,Coil up your ropes and then lay aft ;We’ll all hands tipple the nut- brown jug.



Sway up the yard, haul aft the sheet,Belay the braces, make all fast ;Two able sailors to the helm

,

It blow s a hurricane at last.

Steady,steady is the cry

,

Pray mind your helm,and steady

,starboard

,

Away she fl ies,meet her aga in

,

And stop her there,now ,

hard a - larboardPray

,mind the motion ofher head

,

For your sake,boys

,don’t broach her to

,

For all our lives lie at the stake,

Our goodly ship and jov ial crew.

No sooner spoke, but to she flies,

Alas,we drove but all in vain .

She ships it green,and down shelies,

As if she’d never rise againAnd now

,in all our great distress

,

We cut our mizen mast away,Thinking to right her once again.

’

Tis all in vain,so down she lay.

Thegale increases stronger still,M ore grief to us it does afford ;To have our lives and goodly ship,We cut our mainmast by the boardTheseas we shipped were wondrous high,They staved our boat in pieces small,Of all our lofty rearing masts

,

Our foremast stood,and that was all.

TH E TH IRD PART.

Thewind is down, the weather’s fair

,

Oh,what a blessed change is this

,

Strike openports,let in the air

,

Oh, sound and seewhat leak there is .Oh

,carpenter

,come rig the pump.

’

Tis nought,we’ll quick ly pump her free

We’ll dry our clothes by the galley- fireAfter their soaking in the sea .

A GALE OFWIND x69

Wemnmr w pa g themilou cry,I seethet ebeyond themeh.

a i 3 3 3; 5

z 5 g.5?

A GALE OFWIND- LounBoreu opened v idehlemonth,pufl

'

ed theFfigetetoword theafler pnflmmorenevexe,stil l lt thlck en'

d lnthecleer,But whflelt for theireounem fi lr,Onestnw our flemdid noteue;Tho’ hem ofunothermindWhenoneethey cemeto haul their wind.

'

Twu ht otchfiomd x to eight,Relieved finmdeck , hemrned tnttnlght,

He yawned end turned thneev ithoutnumber,Infeveflsh, restleu, peinful alumber ;The’

tweenAnd Johnemidshl

ltrthmhed got

Just o’

erhisheed s leek

1 70 A SAILOR’S GARLAND'

Then water down the hatchways gushing,

And chests adrift athwart- ships rushing,

And clanking Pumps,and tones like thunder,

Exclaiming Bouse or,Stand from under !

M ade up a concert so composing,

’

Twas odd that John was shy of dozingIn short, to shorten much our tale,We’l l say at once, it blew a gale .

At four o’clock, with great coat dripping,TheQuarter-M aster came down tripping

,

And by the head- clues holding onTo stay himself

,awakened John.

Quoth John Pray tell me,how’s the weather ?

It blows,rains

,thunders

,all together ;

You’d best heave out,Sir

,— I expect

Thehands will soon be called on deck ;TheCaptain’s there now— and the M asterThesqualls come faster on, and faster !

”

Quoth John Tho’ all night long this routH as kept me waking— here’s turn out !

When down on deck his feet he set,Slap o’er his ankles came the wet ;For all the steerage was on float ;Confound it all

,where’s my great coat ?

John soon discover’d,to his cost

,

That his warm Flushing Coat was lost ;So

,at the hazard of his neck

,

He crawled up to the Quarter- deck,There

,by the life- lines held on fast,

And stared astonished and aghastThefoaming seas, the roaring wind,Thehail and lightning, all combinedTheship that sometimes seemed to riseAs if she’d pierce the sable skies,Now down the black abyss to glide,Now hang suspended on its side,Amazed him l— Every lurch shegaveThegangways rolled beneath the wave,



But,oh ! his term of joy was soon up

,

For scarcely had he ta’en his spoon up,

When,10 ! a sea with vengeful stroke

Thescuttle glass to shivers broke !One second filled the cabin brimming,And set

,like frogs, the Reefers swimming.

They soon escaped, but John was bother’

d

So to get out,he was half smother’d,

TheFlushing coat he’dmissed that morn,Now reappeared on torrent borne

,

From some dark nook it floa ted out,All sopped

,j ust like a large dish - clout

,

And in the lieu of some old rugOr swab

,

’twas used for scuttle plugIn which capacity ’twas fatedTo serve until it moderated.

Drenched,hungry

,tired, John wished for close

Of day,that he might get repose ;

But when he did his hammock seek,’

Twas wringing wet through,from the leak.

Nor ceased his fag, when daylight cea sed,Thefury of the gale increased,Until at length, as aft she sent,Thecollar of the Forestay w entTo save the M asts while yet they stood,Dale chose immediately to sendBy much dexterity and careThey safely brought the ship to wear ;Away ! sheshot before the wind ,Fast followed by the surge behind .

All cold on deck— all wet belowOur hero knew not where to go 'And in no enviable plightYou may believe he passed the night.

CAPT. JACK M ITFORD, R.N .

(Adventures ofJohnny NewcomeintheNavy)

THE BENJAM IN S LAMENTATIONS 1 7 3

THE BENJAM IN S LAMENTATIONS

ram no w as at m er mmmm

Currant Cmuu ’

a gone to Sea,

I 74 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

TheSeas aloud did roar,I Boys

,O Boys

,

We being far from shore, I .TheSea no favour showsUnto Friends or Foes,

O,the poor Benj amin, O.

Thenext harm that we spy’

d,I Boys

,O Boys,

Then we to Heaven cry’

d, I .Down fell our M ain-mast head

,

Which struck our senses dead,In the poor Benj amin, O.

Thus wewith Seas were crost,I Boys, 0Boys,

And on the Ocean tost,I .

Thus we with Seas were tost,

M any a brave man was lost,In the poor Benj amin, O .

Thenext harm that we had,I Boys, O Boys,

We had cause to be sad, I .Thenext harm that we had,We lost four men from the yard

,

In the poor Benj amin, O.

D isabled as I name,

I Boys, 0Boys,

We were drove on the M ain, I .So the next harm we had

,

We lost our Rudder’s headIn the poor Benj amin, O.

Then we all fell to Prayer,

I Boys,O Boys

,

TheLord our lives would spare,I .

Then we fell to Prayer,

And He at last did hear,

Us in the Benj amin, O .


I 76 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

And bearing up to gain the port,Some well - known obj ect kept in view

,

An abbey tower,a ruined fort

,

A beacon to the vessel true .While oft the lead the seaman flung

,

And to the pilot cheerly sung,

By the mark— Seven.

”

And as the much- loved shore we near,

With transport we behold the roofWhere dwelt a friend or partner dear

,

Of faith and love and matchless proof.Thelead once more the seaman flung

,

And to the watchful pilot sung,

Quarter less— Five.

Now to her berth the ship draws nigh,

With slackened sail she feels the tide,

Stand clear the cable is the cry,

Theanchor’s gone,we safely ride.

Thewatch is set,and through the night

,

We hear the seaman with delightProclaim All’s well .”

CHRISTM AS AT SEA

TH E sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the nakedhand ;

Thedecks w ere like a slide, where a seaman scarce couldstand ;

Thewind was a nor’-wester, blowing squally off the sea ;And cliffs and spouting breakers w ere the only things

a - lee.

They heard the surf a—roaring before the break of day ;But

’twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill welay.

We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,And we gave her the maintops

’

l,and stood by to go

about.

CHRISTMAS AT SEA 1 77

Ali day wetack ed and tack ed between the South Headaud theNorth;

All day wehauled thefroaen aheetmand got no furtherforth ;

All day aa cold aa charity, inbitter painand dread,For wetack ed fromhead to head.

WegavetlreSoutha wider berth, for therethetideraeeroared ;

made brought the North Head close

So'

a weaaw thed ifla and hom and thebreakeu run

lnhia garden, withhia glaaa agaimt

Thefiuatm on the vlllage root’

a aa white as ocean

Emmm bumlng bflght inevery’

long

Thev indomt apark led clear, aud thechimneya volleyed

Andmw wemifl'ed thevictuala aa theveuel went about.

Thebella upoutbeehurchwererung withamlghty jovia l

Formw t l ahould tell youhow ht'

al l days in the

our adversity was blessed Christmaa morn,thehouae above theeoaatguard

'

a m the housewherel m boru.

O nfl l uw thepluuntmmthepleaaant facea there,lq my fa thef a silverha ir

And well I saw the filma flight of hornely elves,Go dancing round platea that atand uponthe

ahelves.u


And w ell I knew the talk they had . the talk that was ofme,

Of the shadow on the household and the son that w ent tosea ;

And O the wicked fool I seemed,in every kind of way

,

To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed ChristmasDay.

They lit the high sea - light,and the dark began to fall.

All hands to loose topgallant sails, I heard the captaincall.

By the Lord, she’ll never stand it

,our first mate, Jackson,

cried,

“It’

s the one way or the other, M r. Jackson, hereplied.

She staggered to her bearings,but the sails were new and

good,

And the ship smelt up to windward,j ust as though she

understood .

As the winter’s day was ending,lnthe entry of the night,

We cleared the weary headland, and passed below thelight.

And they heaved a mighty breath,every soul on board but

me,

As they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea ;But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were

growing old .

ROBERT LOU IS STEVENSON

(B a llads 1 )

TH EWHALEIT was in the year of ninety- four

,in M arch the twentieth

day,Our gallant tars their anchors weigh

’

d,and for sea they

bore away,Brave boys,

And for sea they bore away .

1 Published by Messrs. Chatto Windus.



When that the news to our captain it did come,a sorrowful

man was he,For the losing of his prentice boy, and down his colours

drew he,Brave boys

And down his colours drew he.

Now, my lads, don’t be amazed for the losing of one man ;

For fortune it will take its place , let a man do all he can,Brave boys

,

Let a man do all he can.

SPANISH LAD IE S

FAREWELL and adieu to you, fine Spanish ladies,

Farewell and adieu to you,ladies of Spain ;

For we have received ordersFor to sail to old England

,

And perhaps we shall never more see youagain.

We’ll rant and we’ll roar,like true British sailors

,

We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seasUntil we strike soundingsIn the Channel of old England,

From Ushant to Scilly ’tis thirty- fiveleagues.

We hove our ship to,with the wind at sou’west, boys,

We hove our ship to,for to strike soundings clear ;

Then we filled the main topsailAnd bore right away

,boys

,

And straight up the Channel our course wedid steer.

And the first land we made, it is called the Deadman,Next RamHead, off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and

the WightWe sail -ed by Beachy,By Fairly and Dungeness,

And then bore away for the South Foreland Light.

THE GREENWICH PENSIONER 1 8 !

Now thesigua l m made for the graud fleet to

anchor,All iutheDowmthatnlght for

- tomeet ;

Now leteverymanukeoflhis full bumper,Leteverymanta keofl

'

his full bowl ;

t ha healthto eachjovial true-hearted soul.

THE GREENWICH PENSIONER

‘

Twas inthegood Ra w ,

[sailed theworld round,And for three and over[ne’er British

At inEnglaudImam-Ingmar) ,

Found al l relatiomstranded,

And vent to sea agaln.

That timeboand stra lghtRight fioreand aftwebore,

ButwhenwemadeCapeOrtegulA galeblevr ofi

'

theshore;

am Davy'

s

’

locker,We put to sea ap ln,We put to sea again.

Next sailing lna frigatel gotmy timber toe.

l uevermoreshal l jlg itAs oncel used to do ;


My leg was shot off fairly,All by a ship of Spain ;

But I could swab the galley,I went to sea again,I went to sea again .

And still I am enabledTo bring up in the rear,

Although I’m quite disabledAnd lie in Greenwich tier.

There’s schooners in the riverA riding to the chain,

But I shall never, everPut out to sea again,Put out to sea again.

A COMFORTABLE SONG ON TH E POORSAILORS

(1 79 4)

H ow little do the landmen know,

What we poor sailors feel,

When waves do mount and winds doBut we have hearts of steel :

No danger can afiright us,No enemy shall flout

,

We’ ll make the M onsieurs right us,So toss the can about.

Stick close to orders, messmates,We’ll plunder

,burn

,and sink,

Then, France, have at your first- rates,For Britons never shrink

We’l l rummage all we fancy,We’ll bring them in by scores,

And M 011 and Kate and Nancy,Shal l rol l inlouis d

’

ors.


x84 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Poll put her arms a - kimbo,

At the admiral ’s house look ’

d she,

To thoughts before in limboShe now a vent gave free .

You have sent the ship in a gale to work,

On a lee shore to be jamm’

d,I ’ll give you a piece of my mind

,old Turk

,

Port Admiral, you be d— d.

Chorus.

We’ll give you a piece of our mind,old Turk

,

Port Admiral, you be d d.

Who ever heard in the sarviceof a frigate made to sailOn Christmas Day, it blowing hard, with sleet, and snow,

and hail ?I wish I had the fishing of your back that is so bent

,

I ’d usethe galley poker hot unto your heart’s content.Here Bet and SueAre with me too,A - shivering by my side

They both are dumb,And both look glum,

And watch the ebbing tide.Poll put her arms a - kimbo

,

At the admiral’s house look ’

d she,

To thoughts that were in limboShe now a vent gave free .

You’ve got a roaring fire, I’ll bet

,

In it your toes are jamm’

d

Let’s give him a piece of our mind,my Bet,


Let’s give him a piece of our mind,my Bet,


I had the flour and plums all pick’

d, and suet all chopp’

d

fine,To mix into a pudding rich for all the mess to dine

I pswn'

d my ear-rings for thebeefi itweigh’

d at least a

Here’

s Betand Sue

Poll puther armsAt theadmiral ’shouselook '

d she,To thooghts that wereinlhnbo,Shem a ventgsvefree.

You’

vegot a turltey, I'

ll bebound,With' hlch ouwlll beeramm’

d ;I'

ll giveyoua tofmymlnd, old hound,PortAdmlral , yoube

l'

flglveyoua bit ofmymlnd, old hound,Port Admh'

al , youbed— d.

thls weather they cannotTo eat lt rsw onChristxnas Da wil l hea pleasant treat;But letus all

Day to comethey

A-shh‘ering sld

Don'

t keep so ilyumnhy,

e

Don'

t look so

'il

znn,

Nor wateh ebbing tide.

Poll puther arrma- lrimbo,At theadmiral’shouselook ’

d she,To thooghts thatweretnllmboShenow a vent vefree.

So whilethey cut raw saltjunk s,With dainties you

ull becrammd,

x86 A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Here’s once for all my mind, old hunks,Port Admiral, you be (1 d .

SO once for all our mind, Old hunks,Port Admiral, you be d — d.

FREDER ICK M ARRYAT

THE CAPTAIN STOOD ON TH E CARRONAD

TH E Captain stood on the carronade First lieutenantsays he,

“Send all my merry men aft here, for they must lime

I haven’t the gift of the gab,my sons— because I ’m

to the sea ;That ship there is a Frenchman, who means to fight

we.

Odds blood, hammer and tongs, long as I’ve been to

I ’ve fought ’gainst every odds— but I ’ve gain’

d

victory.

That ship there is a Frenchman, and if we don’t take

she,’

Tis a thousand bullets to one, that she will capture weI haven’t the gift of the gab

,my boys ; so each man to

his gun ;If she’s not mine in half an hour, I

’

ll flog each mother’sson.

Odds bobs,hammer and tongs

,long as I ’ve been to

I’

ve fought ’gainst every odds— and I ’ve gain’

d

victory.

We fought for twenty minutes, when the Frenchmenenough ;

I l ittle thought, said he, “that your men w ere of



CAPTAIN BOVER

WHERE have you been,my canny honey ?

Where have you been, myWinsome man ?I ’ve been to the non'

ard,

Cruizing back and forrard,I ’ve been to the norrard

,

Cruizing sore and lang.

I’ve been to the norrard,

Cruizing back and forrard,But I dare not come ashore

,

For Bover and his gang.

TH E FLASH FRIGATE

I S ING of a frigate, a frigate of fame,And in the West Indies shebore a great nameFor cruel hard treatment of every degree.Like slaves in the gallies weploughed the salt sea .

At four in the morning our day’s work’s begun,Come lash up your hammocks, boys, ev -er-

y one,Seven turns with the lashing so equal must show,And al l of one size through a hOOp they must go.

Thenext thing we do is to holystone decks,M izzen- topmen from the fore - hatch their buckets must

fetchAnd its Fore and main- topmen, so loudly they bawl,Come broom aft the sand with your squilgees and all .”

Thedecks being scrubbed, and the rigging coiled down,It is now,

“Clean your bright work,

” which isaround,

Your gun- caps and aprons so neatly must shine,And inwhite frock s and trousers youmust all to

THE MAN-O’-WAB x3 9

Thenext thing wehear ia “All hands tomakesa il,”

O your sk ysal ls, and yourmoonsalls so

Atthesound of theeall theymnst all heletfly.

Of thefun“All hands

’

inone.

And all inamoment this work mnst bedoue.r head

Aud it’s“ an y topsalls,”u you

“letgo and

And at theleegangv ay heserves outtheeat.

TherelsnoU youspltSo all yonbold thesalt sea,Bewareof thls fi-lgatewherever yoube.

THE MAN -O‘-WAB

s amhas sail 'd upontheambluefiev

’

d atq l veema full fairthefreshbreeaeis fair as breeaemay be,i

f

“


And oh, the little warlike world w ithin!Thewel l - reeved guns, the netted canopy,Thehoarse command, the busy humming din,When

,at a word, the tops are manned on high

Hark to the Boatswain’s call,the cheering cry !

While through the seaman’ s hand the ta ckle glides ;Or schoolboy M idshipman that

,standing by

,

Strains his shrill pipe as good or ill betides,

And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.

White is the glassy deck, w ithout a stain,“

Where on the watch the staid Lieutenant walk sLook on that part which sacred doth remainFor the lone chieftain, who maj estic stalks,Silent and fear’

d by all— not oft he talksWith aught beneath him, if he would preserveThat strict restraint, which broken, ever balksConquest and fame : but Britons rarely swerve

From law,however stern, which tends their strength to

nerve . LORD BYRON(ChildeH arold

’

s Pilgrimage)

JACK ROBINSON

(To thetuneof Col legeErmine)

TH E perils and dangers of the voyage past,And the ship to Portsmouth arrived at last ;Thesails all furled, and the anchor cast,Thehappiestof thecrew was Jack Robinson.

For his Poll he had trinkets and gold galore,Besides of prize -money quite a storeAnd along with the crew he went ashore,As coxwainto theboat, Jack Robinson.

He met with aman, and said, I say,M ayhap you may know one, Polly Gray ?She lives somewhere hereabouts - themansaid,“Nay,I donot, indeed,

”toJack Robinson.



TH E FIGHT

TH E look- out Seaman loudly bawled,

And Johnny to himself recalled !To th’ Officer the seaman said

,

I seea sail, Sir, right ahead !She’s running large on t’other tack, SirShe’ll be on board us in a crack

, Sir

She is,too

,

” mutter’d low the Sailor,Aman-

of-war— or I ’m a Tailor !

Z ounds cried the other in a rout,

Turn up the watch to go aboutYoung Gentlemen ! quick ! quick

,Sir ! fly !

And tell the Captain what wespy.

John soon returned,and took his place

As usual by the cross - j ack braceRound came the ship, and when about,TheCaptain bade them to hang outTwo Lanthoms of an equal height ;Theprivate signal for the nightWhich

,plain ’twas

,was not comprehended

By those for whom it was intended.

TheDrummer then to Quarters beatTheQuarter-M asters fast and neatStowed all the Hammocks in the netting

She’s bearing up, and Studd’

ng Sails settingTheLook - outs cried then grow l

’

d And whyWhy

,

’cause she is an Enemy !What makes her else run down to leeward ?

Thetopsail sheets and yards securedThefighting Lanthorns one by oneDisposed by every main- deck gun ;Theswabs, and sand in buckets ready,TheDecks to damp — and Footing steady ;Each hatch close down —and woollen skreensNailed up to save the M agazines ;TheSurgeons in the Cockpit setWith Knife, and Saw, and Tourniquet

l 9 3THE FIGHT

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Nay ’twas so plain, that now the Chase,To do things with a decent grace,Since running could no more avail,Haul’d close up

,under easy sail.

A Flag he hoisted at the Fore,And at his Peak the TricolorTheCapricorn

’

s, when up it went,With three hurrahs their welcome sentThought they JeanCrappeau

’

s mightyHe surely means to fight it out .Our Frigate’s kites were just ta’en in,When he thought proper to begin.

H is Broadside made a precious row,As shebore down, against her bowButwhen shequietly had gotHer distance

,scarce a pistol shot

Upon his weather beam, why then,Our Frigate talked to him again.

—Upon the Quarter-Deck stands John,

In quality of Aid - du- CampWe will not tell you how he feels

,

Whether he stands on head or heels,Just now ’twould puzzle him to tellYet not through fear— weknow full well,It is not terror, but amazeThat makes him shake his ears and gazeHe shakes himself to find out whetherHis carcase yet sticks all together ;His gaze

,too

,is a gaze of wonder

,

At all the havoc, smoke, and thunder ;Thought he Tho’ I have heard on shoreOf Bullets ’ whiz

,and Cannons’ roar

,

So piercing,spiteful

,shrill a hiss

I ne’er supposed they had as thisM eanwhile they whistle closely pastH is nose and ears, amazing fast



For splinters flew and spars w ere fallingAnd every other man was sprawl ing.

TheEnemy, it since appears,Had near an hundred MusqueteersBeside his usual crew,

and thesePoured in their small shot thick as peas.

John missed his Captain— by ill luckA Splinter ’gainst his knee had struckH erested on the weather sideAbreast the wheel, on a Gun- slide

,

Serenely viewed the hurly- burly,And gave his orders not in surly,But calm, and even cheerful tone,As if he felt no broken boneJohn found him

,and reported what

Had been the third Lieutenant ’s lotTheCaptain bade him near remain,Until he wanted him againBut scarcely was the sentence said,EreJohn was knocked heels over head !In half a second up he j umped,And first one leg

,then t ’ other stumped

Upon the deck— then stretched each armTo find out where he’d got the harm’

Twas either splinters, or the windOf bullet passing him behindWhich knocked him down but in his fallHis side received a Musquet ball,A flesh wound only— but the partBegan to bleed apace, and smart,And when the blood began to trickle,Thought John I ’m in a pretty pickleIt may be mortal — and if so,I ’ll have a slap before I go ! ”

With that he snatch’

d in anger keenAmusquet from a dead M arine.

Before now I ’ve knocked down a Partridge !And if I can but find a cartridge,

THE FIGHT l 9 7

I'

Il pepper yonder tatterdemalionsHere’s one—Have nt ye ! ye rascallons !Withpouchand firelock inhishand,

Was ghd to givethebuslneas o’

er.

M am:Her fi vendechwas sheeted o'

er

all dtreetlonsAs wheuamanH ls foot onone race !

Carrant Jaca Mnmao, R.N.

(AW JM Nm iaWNm)

TH E STORY OF JONAH . POEM S

OF M ERM A ID S AND OF TH E

SEA SPIRITS

TH E STORY OF JONAH

JONAH rose up to flee unto Tarshish from the presence ofthe Lord

,and went down to JOppa and he found a ship

going to Tarshish : so he paid the fare thereof, and wentdown into it, to go with them unto Tarshish from thepresence of the Lord .

But the Lord sent out a great wind into the sea, andthere was a mighty tempest in the sea , so that the shipwas like to be broken .

Then the mariners w ere afraid, and cried every manunto his god, and cast forth the wares that were in theship into the sea to lighten it of them . But Jonah was

gone down into the sides of the ship ; and he lay, andwas fast asleep.

SO the shipmaster came tohim,and said unto him

,What

meanest thou,O sleeper ? Arise

,call upon thy God, if

so be that God will think upon us,that we perish not.”

And they said every one tohis fellow,Come

,and let us

cast lots,that wemay know for whose cause this evil is

upon us ; what is thine occupation ? and whence comestthou ? what is thy country ? and of what people art thou ?And he said unto them

,

“I aman Hebrew ; and I fearthe Lord, the God of Heaven, which hath made the seaand the dry land.

”

Then were the men exceedingly afraid, and said unto1 9 8



We had not sailed a league or two,

Till all our whole ship’s j ovial crew,They all fell sick but sixty- three

,

As wew ent to New Barbary.

One night the captain he did dream,

There came a voice which said to him,

Prepare, you and your company,To-morrow night you must lodge withme.

This waked the captain in a fright,It being the third watch of the night,Then for his boatswain he did call

,

And told to him his secrets all.

When I in England did remain,

TheHoly Sabbath I did profane,In drunkenness I took delight

,

Which does my trembling soul afl’

right.

There’s one thing more I do rehearse,Which I shall mention in this verse,A squire I slew in Stafl

’

ordshire,All for the love of a lady fair.

Now ’tis the ghost, I am afraid,That hath in me such terror bredAlthough the King hath pardoned me

,

He’

s daily in my company.

”

O,worthy captain

,since ’tis so

,

No mortal of it e’er shall knowSO keep this secret in your breast,And pray to God to give you rest.

We had not sailed a league but three,

Till raging grew the roaring seaThere rose a tempest in the skies

,

Which filled our hearts w ith sad surmise.

CAPTAIN GLEN 201

Ourmainmt spnmg by break ot'

day,

And did our seamensoreTheten'omot

'

that fata l night.

So bo the

Till seameonesail was lefl aloft

our fissinc tm.

Theboatawainstraitly did declareeaphlnwas amurdemr.Whlehso em-aged thewholeshlp

'

s crew,

Theeapta lnoverboud they threw

ealm, and theragtug sea,As weweut to New Barhal-y.

Now,whw weeameto the8panishshore,

ship b r to repalr,all wereamased toto see

So wheuour shtp was lnTo cur ship steer ;amt?“cameto Londontown,Our disma l easewethenmadelmown.

Thesetidings fi'omNew Barbary.


A hundred and fifty brisk young men,

Did to our goodly ship belongOf all our whole ship’s companyThere now remained but sixty - three .

Now, seamen all, where’er you be

,

I pray a warning take by me,

As you love your life, still have a careYou never sail with a murderer.

0, never more do I intendFor to cross o’er the raging main

,

But live in peace in my own country,And so I end my tragedy.

BROWN ROBYN’S CONFE SSION

IT fell upon aWodensdayBrown Robyn’s men went to sea,

But they saw neither moon nor sun,Nor starlight w i’ their cc.

We’ll cast Kevels us among,See

'

who the unhappy man may beTheKevel fell on Brown RobynThemaster-man was he .

It is nae wonder,said Brown Robyn,

Altho’ I dinna thrive,For with my mither I had twa bairnsAnd with my sister five.

But tie me to a plank 0’ wood,And throw me in the sea ;

And if I sink,ye may bid me sink

But if I swim,j ust let me be .



Three days shelay there murdered,Before that she was found,

But then the neighbours searchingWithi n that broomy ground

,

Did find her there uncovered,

And with a bloody wound.And formineafienceI mustdie.

Theneighbours having found herWhere I did do this deed ;

There in the broom they found herWhere I her blood did shed ;

Butwhen I did perceive that,I ranaway with speed .

Andformineofi nceI mustdie.

No sooner had they found her,But away I did go

,

And thought to go to Ireland,

Thevery truth is soBut God he would not sufl

’

er meTo runmy country through.

Andformineofi’

eneeI mustdie.

Yet I was got on ship - board,

As you may understand,But the ship was troubled

,

I must go back to landI could not get away so,

With guilty heart and hand.

AndformineoyfineeI must

There is some wicked personTheshipmen they did say,Within the ship we know it

,

That cannot pass away ;We must return to land here,And make no more delay.

AndformineofienceI must

Fromthence brought unto Hereford ,

To

But then loving fatherH is gold did not

To savemefromthe

But lt

Ad j or

My fault itwas so heinousI

lr is ananeient Mariner,And he«8, M eyer

me?Now

“TheBridegroom'

s doors areopened wide,And l amnext oi' ldn;

M uemeg thet'

east isset:May

'

sthear themerry din.

"

' Hedied finhis o‘eneeat M inHa dosdfliire,flieseened his a imqmo.

upon


He holds him w ith his skinny hand,“There was a ship, quoth he.Hold ofl

’

unhand me,grey- beard loon

Eftsoons his hand dropt he .

He holds him with his glittering eyeTheWedding- Guest stood still,And listens like a three years’ childTheM ariner hath his w ill.

TheWedding-Guest sat on a stone,He cannot choose but hear ;And thus spake on that ancient man

,

Thebright- eyed M ariner.

Theship was cheered, the harbour clearedM errily did we dropBelow the kirk, below the hill,Below the lighthouse top .

TheSun came up upon the left,Out of the sea came he !And he shone bright, and on the rightWent down into the sea .

Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noonTheWedding- Guest here beat his breast,For he heard the loud bassoon.

Thebride hath paced into the hall,

Red as a rose is she;Nodding their heads before her goesThemerry minstrelsy.

TheWedding-Guest he beat his breast,

Yet he cannot choose but hear,

And thus spake on that ancient man,

Thebright - eyed M ariner.



And a good south wind sprung up behindTheAlbatross did follow ,

And every day,for food or play

,

Came to the mariners’ hollo !

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,It perched for vespers nineWhiles all the night, through fog- smoke white

,

Glimmered the white moon- shine.

God save thee, ancient M ariner !From the fiends, that plague thee thus !Why look ’

st thou so ? - With my cross-bow

I shot the Albatross !

PART TH E SECOND

TheSunnow rose upon the rightOut of the sea came he,Still hid in mist, and on the leftWent down into the sea .

And the good south wind still blew behind,

But no sweet bird did follow,

Nor any day, for food or play,Came to the mariners ’ hollo !

And I had done a hellish thing,

And it would work ’em woeFor all averred, I had killed the birdThat made the breeze to blow.

Ah w retch ! said they, the bird to slayThat made the breeze to blow !

Nor dim nor red, like God’s ownhead,

Theglorious Sun u ristThen all averred, I had killed the birdThat brought the fog and mist.’

Twas right,said they, such birds to slay,

That bring the fog and mist.

THE ANCIENT MAN NER 209


And some in dreams assured wereOf the spirit that plagued us so :Nine fathom deep he had followed usFrom the land of mist and snow.

And every tougue, through utter drought,Was withered at the root ;We could not speak, no more than ifWe had been choked with soot.

Ah ! well- a -day ! what evil looksHad I from Old and young !Instead of the cross

,the Albatross

About my neck was hung.

PART TH E TH IRD

There passed a w eary time. Each throatWas parched, and glazed each eye.A weary time ! A weary time !How glazed each weary eye !When looking westward

,I beheld

A something in the sk y.

At first it seemed a little speck,And then it seemed a mistI t moved and moved, and took at lastA certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I w ist !And still it neared and nearedAnd as if it dodged a water- sprite,It plunged and tacked and veered .

With throats unslaked, w ith black lips baked,We could nor laugh nor wail ;Through utter drought all dumb westood !I bit my arm

,I sucked the blood ,

And cried, A sail ! a sail !



Thenaked hulk alongside came,And the twain were casting dice“Thegame is done ! I ’ve won, I

’ve won! ”

Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

TheSun’s rim dips ; the stars rush outAt one stride comes the dark ;With far- heard whisper, o

’

er the sea ,Ofl

'

shot the spectre - bark.

We listened and looked sideways up !Fear at my heart, as at a cup,M y life - blood seemed to sip !Thestars were dim, and thick the night,The steersman’s face by his lampwhite ;

From the sails the dew did dripTill clomb above the easternbarThehorned M oon, with one bright starWithin the nether tip.

One after one, by the star- dogged M oon,

TOO quick for groan or sigh,Each turned his face with a ghastly pang

,

And cursed me with his eye.

Four times fifty living men,(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,They dropped down one by one.

Thesouls did from their bodies fly,

They fled to bliss or woe !And every soul, it passed me by,Like the whiz of u

my cross-bow !

THE ANCIENT MAN NER 2 1 3

And therethedeadmenlay.

I loohed to Heaven, and trled to pray ;But or ever a prsyer hadA wieked whlsper eame,My heart as dry aa dust.


Thecold sweat melted from their limbs,Nor rot nor reek did theyThelook with which they looked on meHad never passed away.

An orphan’s curse would drag to HellA spirit from on high ;But oh ; more horrible than thatI s the curse in a dead man’s eye !Seven days

,seven nights, I saw that curse,

And yet I could not die.

Themoving M oon w ent up the sk y,And no where did abideSoftly shewas going up,And a star or two beside

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,Like April boar- frost spread ;Butwhere the ship’s huge shadow lay,Thecharmed water burnt alwayA still and awful red.

Beyond the shadow of the ship,I watched the water- snakesThey moved in tracks of shining white,And when they reared, the elfishlightFell ofl

’

in hoary flakes .

Within the shadow of the shipI watched their rich attire :B lue

,glossy green, and velvet black,

They coiled and swam ; and every trackWas a flash of golden fire.

0happy living things ! no tongueTheir beauty might declareA spring of love gushed from my heart,And I blessed them unawareSure my kind saint took pity on me

,

And I blessed them unaware.



Thethick black cloud was cleft, and stillTheM oon was at its side ;Like waters shot from some high crag

,

Thelightning fell with never a jag,A river steep and w ide .

Theloud wind never reached the ship,Yet now the ship moved on !Beneath the lightning and the M oonThedead men gave a groan.

They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,Nor spak enor moved their eyesIt had been strange, even in a dream,

To have seen those dead men rise.

Thehelmsman steered, the ship moved on ;Yet never a breeze up blew ;Themariners all ’gan work the ropes,Where they were wont to do :They raised their limbs like lifeless tools

'

We w ere a ghastly crew .

Thebody of my brother’s sonStood by me

,knee to knee

Thebody and I pulled at one rope,But he said nought to me .

I fear thee,ancient M ariner ;

Becalm,thou Wedding-Guest !

’

Twas not those souls that fled in pain,

Which to their corses came again,

But a troop of spirits blest :

For when it dawned— they dropped their arms,

And clustered round the mast ;Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths

,

And from theirbodies passed .

Around, around, flew each sweet sound,Then darted to the Sun ;Slowly the sounds came back again

,

Now mixed, now one by one.


H ow long in that same fit I lay,I have not to declareBut ere my living life returned

,

I heard,and in my soul discerned

Two voices in the air.

Is it he quoth one,

“is this the man ?By Him who died on cross,With his cruel bow he laid full low ,

Theharmless Albatross .

TheS irit who bidethby himselfIn the nd of mist and snow

,

He loved the bird that loved the manWho shot him w ith his bow.

”

Theother with a softer voice,As soft as honey- dewQuoth he

,Theman hath penance done,

And penance more will do.

PART TH E S IXTH

F irst Voice

But tell me, tell me ! speak again,Thy soft response renewingWhat makes that ship drive on so fastWhat is the ocean doing ?

Second Voice

Still as a slave before his lord,Theocean hath no blast ;H is great bright eye most silentlyUp to the M oon is cast

I f he may know which way to go ;For she guides him smooth or grim

,

See,brother

,see how graciously

She looketh down on him.


2 20 A SAILOR’S GARLAND'

But soon there breathed a w ind on me,

Nor sound nor motion madeIts path was not upon the sea,In ripple or in shade.

It raised my hair,it fanned my cheek

Like a meadow- gale of springIt mingled strangely with my fears

,

Yet it felt like a welcoming.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,Yet shesa iled softly tooSweetly

,sweetly blew the breeze

Oume alone it blew.

Oh ! dream of j oy ! is this indeedThelighthouse top I see?Is this the hill ? i s this the kirk ?Is this mine oWncountreeWe drifted o’er the harbour- bar

,

And I with Sobs did prayO let me be awake, my GodOr let me sleep alway.

Theharbour- bay was clear as glass,SO smoothly it was strewnAnd on the bay the moonlight lay

,

And the shadow of the M oon.

Therock shone bright, the kirk no less,That stands above the rockThemoonlight steeped in silentnessThesteady weathercock.

And the bay was white with silent light,Till rI SIng from the same,Full many shapes

,that shadows w ere,

In crimson colours came.

THE ANCIENT MARINER 2 2 1

A littledistaneefi'omtheprow

turned thedeckthere !

hishand

thelandouea lovely light :

This seraph-band, eachwaved hishand,No voleeNo soiee; butLikemusieonmy heart.

But soonl heard thedashof oars,I heard thel’ilot

'

s cheer ;My head was tnrned perfoeeeAnd l saw a boat appear.


PART THE SEVENTH

This Hermi t good lives in that woodWhich slopes down to the sea .

How loudly his sweet voice he rearsHe loves to talk withmarineresThat come from a far countree.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and eveH ebatha cushion plumpIt is the moss that wholly hidesTherotted old oak stump.

Theskiff- boat neared : I heard them talk,Why

,this is strange, I trow !

Where are those lights so many and fair,That signal made but now ?

Strange,by my faith ! ” the Hermit said

And they answered not our cheer !Theplanks looked warped ! and seethoseHow thin they are and sere !I never saw aught like to them,

Unl ess perchance it were

Brown skeletons of leaves that lagMy forest- brook alongWhen the ivy- tod is heavy with snow ,

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,

That ea ts the she-wolf’s young.

”

Dear Lord it hath a fiendish look

(ThePilot made reply)I am a - feared Push on, push on !Said the Hermit cheerily.

Theboat came closer to the ship,But I nor spake nor stirredTheboat came close beneath the ship,And straight a sound was heard .



Since then, at an uncertain hour,That agony returnsAnd till my ghastly tale is told

,

This heart within me burns.

I pass,like night

,from land to land

I have strange power of speech ;That moment that his face I see,I know the man that must hear meTo him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door !Thewedding- guests are there ;But in the garden - bower the brideAnd bride -maids singing areAnd hark the little vesper bell,Which biddeth me to prayer !

O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath beenAlone on a wide wide seaSo lonely ’twas

,that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.

O sweeter than the marriage - feast,

’

Tis sweeter far to me,To walk together to the kirkWith a goodly company

To walk together to the kirk,And all together pray,While each to his great Father bendsOldmen, and babes, and loving friends,And youths and maidens gay !

Farewell,farewell ! but this I tell

To thee, thou Wedding-Guest !He prayeth well, who loveth wellBoth man and bird and beast.

THE FORSAKEN HERMAN 2 25HeAllFor

Hemade and loveth all.

TheMariner, whose eyeis bright,hoar

5. 1“. Couamos

Now thegreat windsNow thea ltM sW SWNWthew“white hem pha and cute and toss intle

dw ,At:

anarray !m: a way l

anmWM oreyougo.Ca llmmyet.

Inam bhfl shewfll know

Sunfi sh -meme“


M other dear, wecannot stay.

Thewild white horses foam and fret.M argaret ! M argaret

Come, dear children, come away down.

Call no more.One last look at the white -walled town,And the little grey church on the w indy Shore.

Then come down.

She will not come though you call all day.

Come away, come away.

Children dear, was it yesterdayWe heard the sweet bells over the bay ?

In the caverns where we lay,

Through the surf and through the swell.Thefar- Off sound of a Silver bell ?Sand - strewn caverns, cool and deep,Where the w inds are all asleepWhere the spent lights quiver and gleamWhere the salt weed sways in the stream ;Where the sea - beasts, ranged all round ,Feed in the ooze of their pasture - ground ;Where the sea - snakes coil and twine

,

Dry their mail and bask in the brine ;Where great whales come sailing by

,

Sail and sail,with unshut eye,

Round the world for ever and aye ?When did music come this way ?Children dear, was it yesterday ?Children dear, was it yesterday

(Call yet once) that Shew ent away ?Once shesate w ith you and me

,

On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea,And the youngest sate on her knee.

She combed its bright hair, and Shetended it well ,When down swung the sound of the far- off bell.She sighed, she looked up through the clear green sea.

She said I must go, for my kinsfolk prayIn the little grey church onthe shore to- day.


2 2 8

Sh (D


And so She sings her fill , ~Singing most j oyfully

,

Till the shuttle drops from her hand,

And the whizzing wheel stands still .steals to the window, and looks at the sandAnd over the sand at the sea ;And her eyes are set in a stareAnd anon there breaks a sigh,And anon there drops a tearFrom a sorrow- clouded eye

,

And a heart sorrow- laden,

A long,long sigh

For the cold strange eyes of a little M ermaidenAnd the gleam ofher golden ha ir.

Come away, away children.

Comechildren, come down .

Thehoarse wind blows colder ;Lights Shine in the town .

She will start from her slumberWhen gusts shake the doorShe will hear the winds howling,Will hear the waves roar.We shall see, while above usThewaves roar and whirl,A ceiling of amber

,

A pavement of pearl .Singing Here came a mortal

,

But faithless was she.

And alone dwell for everThekings of the sea.

But, children, at midnight,When soft the winds blow,

When clear falls the moonlight ;When spring- tides are lowWhen sweet airs come seawardFrom heaths starred with broom ;And high rocks throw mildlyOn theblanched sands a gloom

DOLOR 0060 2 3 9

And theneomeback down,

Mamsw

DOLOR OOGO

Tw entmenhy ltuanShose,

Cl Thoueold woman,Tak ethelanternfi'

omthenail !


Kneeling there above the brink,Lets her long red tresses sink

—That cold womanFor the sailor men to drink.

Then the sailor men benea th-Dolor Oogo, Dolor Oogo

Take the ends between their teeth,Deep in Dolor Oogo.

Lusty blood is this to quafl’

(So the merry dead men laugh)“O

,cold woman

,

Hath thy man as good by half ?

Drowned men by Ruan Shore—Dolor Oogo, Dolor Oogo

Lost aboard the E lsinoreDown by Dolor Oogo

If the gulls behind the shareYesterday had call ed Beware,Thy cold woman !

Paler now had been my hair.

Socks I knit you each a pa ir— Dolor Oogo, Dolor C ogo

Half of yarn and half of hair,

Over Dolor Oogo.

”

Dripping,dripping on the tide,

What red dye thy hair hath dyed,Thou cold woman ? ”

It hath brushed upon his Side.

Knitting w ith her double thread—Dolor Oogo, Dolor Oogo

Half of black and half of redOver Dolor Oogo,

On the cl iflagainst the sk y,Ailsa

,wife of M alachi,

That cold woman,Wipes her hands incessantly.

A. T. QUILLER -COUCE


2 3 2 A SA ILOR’S GARLAND

In Denmark w ere weborn and bred,

Lady Hillers was our mither ;Our sister frae us was stown awa

,

We find na where nor whither.

In Denmark w ere ye born and bred ?Was Lady Hillers your mither ?

I can nae longer hold frae thee,

Thou art my youngest brither.

And hear ye this,my bonny boy

,

Why came ye o’er the faem?Thy bonny neck bonewill be cutWhen my gudeman comes ham

She’s set him in the weirst nookShe in the house can meet :

She’s bidden him for the high God ’s sakeNeither to laugh nor greet.

When Rosmer hame from Z eeland came,

He took on to ban ;I smell fu’ weel

,by my right hand

,

That here is a Christian man.

There cam a bird, quo’ the Svané lyle,Wi’ a man’s bone in his mouth ;

He coost it in,and I cast it out

,

As fast as e ’er I couth .

But w ilily can she Rosmer w inShe claps him tenderly,It’s here is come my sister’s son;Gin I lose him,

I’

ll dee.

It’s here is come my sister’s son,Frae baith our father’s land

And I ha’e pledged him faith and troth,That ye wil l not himban.

”

HERMAN ROSMEB 2 33

thy sister’sFrae father's land to thee ?

ThenI swearHe

’

s

'

Twas thenthehighKing Rosmer,Heea

'

d on twee:“Yehid Queen s dstes’s sonTo theehamber aforemegse."

When Queu S’

rane's brither

a s?And Rouses took theyoung weelad

HHe turned baith blue

And up and sk uea I Sranelyle,“SIr Bosmer, ye

’

retofingers arena

To clap saeweea bairn.

”

rm nconn

Hehas stayed theretill, thefifteenthyear,He

ugreen

‘

d i‘

orhameand land ;With “Helpmenow , dear 8nnelyle,To beset onthewhitesand.

”


If the lad saelang in the sea has been,And greens for hame and land

,

Then I ’ll gie him a kist 0’ goldSae fitting till his hand.

And will ye gie him a kist 0’ gold,

Sae fitting till his hand ?Then hear ye, my noble heart

’s dear,Ye bear them baith to land .

”

Then wrought proud Lady Svanelyle,What Rosmer little wist

For she’s ta’en out the gold saered,And laid herself in the kist.

He’

s ta ’en the man upon his backThekist in his mouth took heAnd he has gane the lang way upFrae the bottom 0

’ the sea .

Now I ha’e borne thee to the land ;Thou seest baith sun and moon ,

Thank Lady Svanefor the grace,I beg thee as a boon.

And Rosmer sprang i’ the salt sea out,And jauped it up i’ the sk y ;

But when he cam to his castell hameNae Svané lyle could he spy.

When he camtill the castell inHis dearest awa w as gane ;He Stampit strang as he were thrang

’Drew sparks frae the flint stane .

But blithe was the Lady Hillers’ house,Wi’ welcome joy and glee ;Hame to their friends her bairns were come,That had been lang in the sea .


2 35 g‘A SAILOR’S GARLAND

Thecaptain says, “In every town,Hot roasted pigs wil l meet e

,

Then in the streets run up an down,

Still crying out, Comeeatme.

Likewise he says,At every feast

,

Thevery fowls and fishes,

Nay from the biggest to the least,

Come tumbling to the dishes.”

Therivers runw ith claret fine,Thebrooks with rich canary,

Theponds w ith other sortsof w ine,To make your hearts full merry

Nay more than this, you may beholdThefountains flow with brandy,

Thelocks arelike refined gold,Thehills are sugar- candy.

Rose-water is the rain they have,

Which comes in pleasant showers,All pl aces are adorned brave,With sweet and fragrant flowers .

Hot custards grow on every tree,

And j ellies by the ditchesAnd the pebbles down beside the seaArecomely bacon-Hitches.

There’s nothing there but holy- days,With music out of measure ;

Who can forbear to speak the praise,Of such a land of pleasure ?

There you may lead a lazy life,Free from all kind of labour ;

And he that is without a wife,M ay borrow of his neighbour.

There is no law nor lawyer’s fees,All men arefree from fury,

For every one does what he pleaWithout a judge or j ury.

ULYSSES AND THE SIRENS 3 37

Thesummer-timeis warm, they say,Thewinter

’

sne’

er theeolderThey haveno landlord

’

s rent to psy,Rachmanis a freeholder

Youthat arefreeto cross theseas,Mak enomore tation;

InLubberiand you liveatease,Withpleasant reereation:TheCaptainwaits but for a galeOf wind and weather,

And nthey soonwill hoistup sail,hastc away together.

ULYSSES AND

Inmemfimc flew omshimand sha ight wefeteh'

d

Siren’

s isle; a spleenleas wind so streteh’

d

to wsi'

tus, and so arged our keel,Buthaving reach

'

d this isle, weeould not feel

My part thencameon

wrought


Row’

d on, inreach Of an erected voice,

TheSirens soon took note, without our noise,Tuned those sweet accents that made charms so strong

,

And these learn’

d numbers made the Sirens’ song :Comehere, thouworthy of a world of praise,ThatdostsohightheGrecianglory raise,

es stay thy ship, and thatsong hearnonepastever but itbenthis ear,

But lefthimravish’d, and instructedmoreBy us, thanany ever heard before,For weknow a ll things whatsoever wereInwideTroy labour

’

d whatsoever thereTheGrecians and theTroj ans bothsustain

’

d

By thosehighissues thattheGods ordain’

d.

And whatsoever a ll theearthcanshowT

’

iryforma know ledgeof desert, weknow.

This they gave accent in the sweetest strainThat ever open

’

d an enamour’

d vein.

GEORGE CHAPMAN

TH E STORY OF ULYSSES

IN other thing who that recordethLike unto this sample accordeth,Which in the tale of Troy I find.

Sirens of a wonder kindBemonsters as the books tellenAnd in the great sea they dwellen.

Of body both and of vi sageLike unto women of young ageUp from the navel on high they beAnd down beneath (as menmay see),They bear of fishes the figure.And over this of such natureThey be, that with so sweet a stevenLike to the melody of heavenIn women’s voice they sing

,

With notes of so great liking,

Of such measure, of suchmusik eWhereof the ships they beswik e,



TH E M ERM A ID

ON Friday morn as weset sail,It was not far from land

,

O,there I spy

’

d a fair pretty maid,With a comb and a glass in her hand.

Thestormy winds did blow,And the raging seas did roar,

While we poor sailors w ent to the top,And the land- lubbers laid below .

Then up spoke a boy of our gallant ship,And a well - speaking boy was he,I ’ve a father and a mother in Portsmouth town,And this night they weep for me.

Thestormy , etc.

Then up spoke a man of our gallant ship,And a well speaking man was he

,

I ’ve married a wife in fair London town,And this night shea w idow will be.”

Thestormy , etc.

Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship,And a valiant man was he,For want of a boat we shall be drown dFor shesunk to the bottom of the sea .

Thestormy, etc.

Themoon shone bright, and the stars gave light,And my mother was looking for me

,

She might look and weep with watery eyes,She might look to the bottom of the sea .

Thestormy , etc.

Three times round went our gallant ship,And three times round went she

,

Three times round went our gallant ship,

Then She sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Thestormy , etc.

POEM S OF LOVE AND TH E

AFFECT IONS

THEm OI"LOCHROYAN

“O wuo will shoemyAnd who will bindmyWiths lang lang linenband ?

O who will eombmy yellow hair,Witha haw bay comb ?And who will bemy

'

s tather,‘

l‘

iIl Gregos-

y eomehome? ”

“Thy father, hewil l shoethyThy ,brother wi ll glovethy hand

Thémother will bind thymiddlej imp,itha loug loug linen

Th dater wil l eomb thy yellow hair,comb ;

TheAlmighty y babe'

s father,Till Gregory comehome."

“And who will build a honny ship,And set itonthesea ?

For l will seek my love,My own

slo

ov

bt’

gi‘regory


TH E M ERM AID

ON Friday morn as weset sail,It w as not far from land,

0,there I spy

’

d a fair pretty maid,With a comb and a glass in her hand.

Thestormy winds did blow,And the raging seas did roar,

While we poor sailors went to the top,And the land - lubbers laid below.

Then up spoke a boy of our gallant Ship,And a well - speaking boy was he

,

I’

vea father and a mother in Portsmouth town,And this night they weep for me.”

Thestormy , etc.

Then up Spoke a man of our gallant Ship,And a well speaking man was he

,

I ’ve married a wife in fair London town,And this night shea w idow will be.”

Thestormy , etc.

Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship,And a valiant man was he

,

For want of a boat we shall be drown’d,

For she“ sunk to the bottom of the sea.

”

Thestormy, etc.

Themoon shone bright, and the stars gave light,And my mother was looking for me

,

She might look and weep with watery eyes,She might look to the bottom of the sea .

Thestormy, etc.


And three times round went she,


Then shesunk to the bottom of the sea .

Thestormy , etc.



Up then spake her father dear,A woeful manwas heAnd I w ill build a bon y ship,And set her on the sea .

And I will build a bonny Ship,

And set her on the sea ,And ye shall go and seek your love,Your ownlove Gregory.

Then he’s gar’d build a bonny ship,And set her on the sea,

With four- and- twenty marinersTo bear her company.

0he’s gar’d build a bonny sh ip,

To sail on the salt sea ;Themasts were of the good red gold,Thesails of cramoisie .

O he’s gar’d bui ld a bonny ship,’Was fair with the pearl- shell

At every needle- tack w as in’t,There hung a sibver bell .

Her Sides were of the good stout oak,Thedeck of mountain pine,

Theanchor of the Silver sheen,TherOpes of silk en twine.

She had not sailed but twenty leaguesBut twenty leagues and three

,

When shemet with a rank rover,And all his company.

Now areye Queen of Heaven high,

Come to pardon all our sin?Or are ye M ary M agdalene,Was born at Bethlehem?

THE LAw OF LOCHROYAN 245“I

'mnot theQueenof Heaven

2 46 A SAILOR’

S GARLAND

0, open the door, Lord Gregory !O

,open and let me in !

Thewind blows loud and cold, Gregory,

Therain drops from my chin.

TheShoe is frozen to my foot,

Theglove unto my hand,Thewet drops from my yell ow hair,No longer canI stand.

”

O, up then spake his ill mother,An ill -death may she die,Ye’re no the lass Of Lochroyan,She’s far out o’er the sea .

Away, away, ye il l woman,Ye’re not come here for good ;

Ye’re but some witch or wild warlock,Or mermaid of the flood.

I am neither w itch nor wild warlock,Nor mermaid of the sea ;

But I am Annie of Lochroyan,0, open the door to me.

If ye be Annie of Lochroyan,AS I trow thou be not she,

Now tell me of some love tokensThat past ’tween thee and me.

O, dinna ye mind, love Gregory,As we sat at the w ine,

We changed the rings from our fingers ?And I can shew thee thine.

O yours was good and good enough,

But ay the best was mine,For yours was of the good red gold

,

Butmine of the diamond fine.


2 4s A SAILOR’S GARLAND

O I have dreamed a dream, mother,I wish it may bring good

That the bonny lass of LochroyanAt my bower-window stood .

O I have dreamed a dream, mother,Thethought o’

t garsmegreet,That fair Annie of LochroyanLay dead at my bed feet.”

If it be for Annie of LochroyanThat you make all this moan

,

She stood last night at your bow er—door,

But I have sent her home.

O woebetide ye, ill woman,An ill death may ye die,

That would not open the door yourself,Nor yet w ould waken me .”

O he’s gone down to yon shoreside,As fast a s he could dree

,

And there he saw fair Annie’s barkA - rowing o’er the sea .

O Annie, Annie, loud he cried,O Annie, O Annie, bide,

But ay the more he cried Annie,Thebraider grew the tide .

O Annie,Annie, dear Annie,

Dear Annie, speak to me.

”

But ay the louder he gan call,Thelouder roared the sea .

Thew ind blew loud, the waves rose high,And dashed the boat on Shore ;

Fair Annie’s corpse w as in the foam,

Thebabe rose never more.

THE SEAMANS HAPPY RETURN 249

Inrd Gregory tmehis gok Ienlochs,Andmadea woefulmoan;

Fair Anuie’

seorpselay athis ieet;H is bonny sonwas gone.

And eoral, eoral wereher lipa,Nonemightwithher eompare.

”

Thenfirsthek issed her pa le, paleeheeh,And synehek issed her chin,

And qnehek iued her wamwanlips,Therewasno bseaththerein.

“O woebetidemy illmother,Anill deathmay shedie,

Who eameso far tome.O woebetidemy illmother,Anill dea thmay shedia,

Shehas not beenthedeathof oae,Sheha heenthedesthol three.“

Thenhe’

L'talsea out a littiedart,

Hung downby hisHethrust it throughandmghhisheart

THE SEAMAN‘

S HAPPY RETURN

WumSol did eastno light,darkened over,

And thedarhtineoi’

nightDid thesk ieseover.


Unto th is maid I stept,Asking what grieved her

,

She answered me and wept,

Fates had deceived herM y love is prest, quoth She,To cross the ocean

,

Proud waves do make the shipEver in motion .

We lov’

d seven years and more,

Both being sure,But I am left on shore,Grief to endure .

He promised back to turn,

If life was spared him,

With grief I daily mournDeath hath debarred him.

Straight a brisk lad shespied,’

M ade her admire,A present shereceivedPleased her desire.Is my love safe

,quoth She

,

“Will he come near me ? ”

Theyoung man answer made,Virgin, pray hear me

Under one banner bright,

For England’s glory,

Your love and I did fightM ark well my story :

By an unhappy shotWe two were parted

His death’s wound then he got,Though valiant- hearted.

All this I wi tness can,For I stood by him,

For courage,I must say,

None did outvie him



Thechaste PenelopeM ourned for Ulysses,

I have more grief than she,Robbed of my blisses.

I ’ll ne’er lovemanagain,

Therefore, pray hear meI ’ll slight you with disdainIf you come near me.

I know he loved me well,

For when weparted,None did in grief excel

,

Both were true- hearted .

Those promises wemadeNe’er Shall be broken ;

Those words tha t then he saidNe’er Shall be spoken.

”

He, hearing what Shesaid,M ade his love stronger,

Off his disguise he la id,And staid no longer.

When her dear love She knew ,

In wanton fashionInto his arms She flew,Such is love’s passion.

He asked her how She likedHis counterfeiting

,

Whether shewas well- pleasedWith such likegreeting ?You are well versed

,

” quothIn several Speeches

Could you coin money so,

You might get riches.”

0happy gale of windThat waft thee over

,

M ay heaven preserve that ShipThat brought my lover.

AN ADM IRABLE NEWNORTHERN STORYOF TWO CONSTANT LOVERS

(To ths tuned l - nflahnw lfir fi s-UM )


Anthony must to sea,H is calling did him bind,My Constance dear,

” quoth he,I must leave thee behindI pr’y thee do not grieve

,

Thy tears will not prevail ;I ’ll think on thee

,my sweet,

When the ship’s under sail.”

But still shecries, Anthony,My bonny Anthony , etc.

H ow may that be ? said he,

Consider well the caseQuoth she, Sweet Anthony,I ’ll bide not in this place.If thou gang, so will I,Of the means do not doubtA woman ’s policyGreat matters may find out.

Stil l shecries, Anthony,My bonny Anthony, etc.

I would be very glad,But pr’y thee tell me how ?I ’ll dress me like a lad

,

What say’st thou to me now ?“Thesea thou canst not brook.

Yes, very well, quoth She,I ’ll scullion to the cookFor thy sweet company.

Still shecries, Anthony,My bonny Anthony , etc.

Anthony’s leave shehad,And dressed inman’s array,She seemed the blithest ladSeen on a summer’s day.


256 A SAILORs GARLAND

O woeis me, said She,Thesaddest lass alive

,

My dearest Anthony,Now on the sea doth drive.

bonny Anthony ,bonny Anthony , etc.

What shall become of me ?Why do I strive for Shore ?Sith my sweet Anthony

,

I never Shall seemore ? ”

Fair Constance, do not grieve,Thesamegood Prov idenceHath saved thy lover sweet

,

But he is far from hence.Still shecries, Anthony,

A Spanish merchant rich,

Saw this fair- seeming lad,That did lament so much,And was so grievous sad.

He had in England been,And English understood,H e-having heard and seen,He in amazement stood .

Still she cries, Anthony ,My bonny Anthony, etc.

TheM erchant asked herWhat was that AnthonyQuoth She, My brother, sir,Whocame from thence with me.’He did her entertain,Thinking She was a boy,Two years She did remain.

Before Shemet her j oy.

Still Shecries, Anthony ,My bonny Anthony , etc.

TWO CONSTAI LOVERS 257

NW:

a 'm' WE mm;mum 'ty did

Hedwdm mne

UP” w hw sheMUnto be? M W,

And“I! themmdid telli ii


At whi ch he did admire,

And in the ship of SpainNot paying for their hire

,

He sent them home again .

N ow shecries,Anthony,

My bonny Anthony, etc.

TheSpanish merchant richDid of his bounty giveA sum of gold

,on which

They now most bravely live.They were j oined hand in hand,Constance and Anthony

,

And now in Westmoreland,

They live in mirth and glee.Now she says

,Anthony ,

My bonny Anthony,God

’

s Providencewesee,H athg uarded theeandme.

FROM TH E TRAGEDY OF D IDO

Aeneas. So much have I received at Dido’s hands,

As,without blushing, I can ask no more

Yet,Queen of Afi

’

rick,are my ships unrigged

,

M y sails all rent in sunder with the wind,M y oars broken, and my tackling lost,Yea

,all my navy split with rocks and shelves

Nor stern,nor anchor

,have our maimed fleet ;

Our masts the furious winds strook overboardWhich piteous wants

,if Dido will supply

,

We will account her author of our lives.

Dido. Aeneas, I’ll repair thy Trojan ships

,

Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me,And let Achates sail to ItalyI ’ll give thee tackling made of rivelled gold

,

Wound on the barks of odoriferous trees,



M y love he built another ship, and set her on the main,And none but twenty mariners for to bring her hame ;But the w eary wind began to rise, and the seas began to

rout,M y love then and his bonny ship turned w ithershins about.

There shall neither coif come on my head, nor comb comein my hair,

There shall neither coal nor candl e light sh ine in mychamber mair

Nor w ill I love another one until the day I dee,For I never loved a love but one, and he

’

s drowned inthesea.

0 hold your tongue, my daughter dear, be still and becontent,

There are more lads in Galloway, ye need not so lament .0there is none 1 8 Galloway, there

’s none at all for me,

For I never loved a love but one, and he’

s drowned inthesea .

”

THE MAYDENS OF LONDON’S BRAVEADVENTURES

(To thetuneofA Tay lor is a M an)

COME all you very merry London girls, that are disposedto travel,

There is a voyage now at hand w ill save your feet fromgravel.

If you have shoes you need not fear for w earing out theleather ;

For why, you sha ll on shipboard go, like loving roguestogether.

Somearea lready gonebefore, therestma rtafterfollowThencomeaway , and do not stay, your guidewill be

Apollo.

THE MAYDENS ADVENTURES 26!

Peg NelLand Sis, Ka te, Doll, and Bums“, Rachel,“

Deborah , Jane, andFairWinifred, and Bridge t eet Roseand pretty

NannYot hUnula ueatand Alioecompletethathad theloveof

Thenwhy should thoaethat arebehind slmk hack anddareuot veuture?

For youshall provetheseamenk ind, lf ouoetheshlpa youenter.

You shal l hefed wlthgood strong fare, aoeordlng to theseason,

Bk cuit, ult beef, aud English beer, aud pork vell bofledv ithseaaom

A shu M m m gmt k /mflk rd whjq

Whmymwmeh theappdntod plmyourmlnds you

F

ueed uot trouble,or every that you here, shall havethreemFor thcre and sflver mhxes aud treasuresmuoh

tn.

a meparhmsy befound

Thum mq ,smh ao delq, all yoa thatm to

'

m mdg w w go,m.aa i by


TH E GALLANT SEAM AN’S RESOLUTION

(To thetuneof TIzz'

nhonthy Loving Landlady )

A GALLANT youth at Gravesend lived,a seaman neither

rich nor poor ;But when his means were almost spent

,he bravely went

to sea for more.Turn to thy love, and takea k iss, this gold aboutthy

wrist I’

l l tie

And a lways whenthou looh’

stonthis,Think onthy loving Landlady .

His father being dead and gone,he loved his mother as

his life,And did maintain her gallantly

,it was well known he had

no wife.Turnto thy love, etc.

He was beloved of rich and poor, and stil l kept companywith the best.

A gallant w idow in the town her love unto him thusexprest ;Turnto thy love, etc.

Young man,could I thy favour win

,or might thy company

but crave,

To come and live at home with me, I’d make thee Lord

of all I have.Turnto thy love, etc.

Fair M istress, I am for the seas, here’s gold and silver in

my hand,And when the drums and trumpets sound, I

’ll bid adieuto fair England .

And if thouwiltwithpatiencestay ,Till I fromsea returnaga in,For every hiss thou lendestmeI will repay theetentimes ten.



From pirates, blows, and bloody knocks, I pray great M ars

protect thee still,

Nor may quick- sands or stony rocks have power to dothee any ill.Turnto thy love, etc.

And whilst thou art in foreign parts, in Holland, Flanders,France

,or Spain,

As thou in safety didst launch forth, God bring theesafely home again.

Turnto thy love, etc.

If I may speak without offence, my heart w ill neverquiet be,

Till thou give me full recompense, and sayst that I thyw ife shall be.Turnto thy love, etc.

Yet one thing here I beg of thee,before from me thou

dost depart,

That thouWilt let no woman know the thoughts andsecrets of thy heart.Turnto thy love, etc.

When thou art gone out of my sight,and com’

st wherepretty lasses are,

Thou ’lt fall in love with some of them ; that is the thingI most do fear.Turnto thy love, etc.

If I should hear, in any case, that thou abroad shouldmarried be,

Then would I weep,lament and grieve

,and break my

heart for love of thee.Turnto thy loveand takea k iss,This gold aboutthy wrist I

’

l l tie,And a lways whenthou loolc

’

stonthis,Think onthy loving landlady .

THE SEAMAN’S REPLY 265SEAMAN

‘

S REPLY

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Thereforesveet lady , now farevell,morethana thousandttmea adleu,

you.

Ad i/M uih, de

Thhgoldenribhonwhlehyou tted ahoutmy wrlst-haudinpurelove,

Shall bea tokenwhilst l hmthat l to youwlll ooustant

Aal if lhaa a ifl, d c.

mmmt l returnagaln, lf God afl’

ordsmehreath0:

You that arenow my landlady, shall thenbemademyAnd y

’

thoa will , rk .


TH E GALLANT SEAM AN’S RETURN FROMTH E INDIE S

Observe this song, which is both neat and pretty,’

Tis on a seaman in his praise of Betty.

(To thetuneof FiveSail of Frzgots, or Shrewsbmy for Me)

I AM a stout seaman,and newly come on shore,

I have been a long voyage, where I never was before ;But now I am returned, I am resolved to seeMy owndearest honey, whose name is Betty.

I have been absent from her full many a day,

But yet I was constant in every way ;Though many a beautiful dame I did see,Yet none pleased me so well as Betty.

Now I am intended, whatever betide,For to go and seeher and make her my bride ;If that sheand I can together agree,I never will love none but pretty Betty.

TH E GALLANT SEAM AN’S SONG ATHIS M EETING OF BETTY

WELL met,pretty Betty

,my joy and my dear,

I now am returned thy heart for to cheerThough long I have been absent

,yet I thought on thee,

O my heart it was always with pretty Betty.

Then come,my own dearest, to tavern let

’

s go,Whereas we’ll be merry for an hour or two ;Lovingly together we both will agree,And I ’ll drink a good health to my pretty Betty.



Who would not be a sailor’s lassy 0,Rather than a meagre lady OHe sail s from east to west,And brings home the best

Of j ewels and silks to his deary O .

A soldier brags ofhis bravery 0,

And says when he’s by we’re in safety 0,

But the riches of Peru ,And the gold of Ophir, too,

Are brought by the sailor to his country;O.

Thewine that revives our spirits OWe have by the sailor’s merits OHow can they have chagrinOr be troubled by the spleen,

That such blessings do inherit O .

O praise ye the j ovial sailor O,

No red - coat,tinker

,or tailor 0

,

Cane’er with him compare,For liveliness and air

,

And all weenjoy’

s through his labour 0.

Now I must conclude my ditto O,

For want of words,it’s a pity 0,

But all your voices raise,To sound a sailor’s praise,

In country, town, and city 0.

TO ALL YOU LADIES

Song writtenat sea, inthefirstDutchwar, 1 665, thenightbeforeanengagement.

To all you ladies now at landWe men at sea indite

But first would have you understandH ow hard it is to w rite :

TO ALL YOU LAD IES

TheMnsesnow, and Neptnnetoo,Wemnst to writeto you,t ha

thehlnses should provek ind,

Yet tt‘

roughNeptunerousethewtnd,To wavetheasurepaper, pen, and hxk , ahd we,Whh fa,

downour shlpa at sea.

a fs,


Let wind and weather do its worst,Beyou to us but kind

Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse,No sorrow we shall find ;

’

Tis then no matter how things go,Or who’s our friend, or who

’s our foe.With a fa, etc.

To pass our tedious hours away,We throw a merry main

Or else at serious ombre play ;But why should wein vain

Each other’s ruin thus pursue ?We w ere undone when we left you.

With a fa, etc.

But now our fears tempestuous grow ,

And cast our hopes away,

Whilst you,regardless of our woe,

Sit careless at a playPerhaps permit some happier manTo kiss your hand, or flirt your fan.

With a fa, etc.

When any mournful tune you hear,

That dies in ev’ry note,As if it sighed with each man’

s care,For being so remote ;

Think then how often love we’ve madeTo you when all those tunes were play

’

d

With a fa, etc.

In justice, you can not refuseTo think of our distress

,

When we for hopes of honour loseOur certa in happiness ;


2 7 2 SA ILOR’S GARLAND

A seaman in promiseI s faithful and just,Honest in carriageAnd true to his trustKind in behaviourAnd constant in love,Is firm in affectionAs the turtle doveValiant in actionIn every degree.

0, nonebut a sailor

Sha llmarry withme.

Theseamen adventureTheir lives on the sea s,Whilst landmen on shoreTake pleasure and easeTheseamen at all timesTheir business must ply,In winter and summer

,

In wet and in dry.

From toil and pains- takingThey seldom are free,

And nonebut a sailor

Sha llmarry withme.

M oreover, I’d have you

For to understand,That seamen bring treasureAnd profit to landAbove and beneath groundFor wealth they have sought ;And when they have found it

,

To England ’tis brought,

With hazard of lives,By experience we see

There’s nonebut a sailor

Sha llmarry withme.

THE SEAMANS COMPASS 3 7 3

All ol thebeat,


Themercer’s beholding,We know well enough,For holland, lawn, cambric,And other gay stuff,That’s brought from beyond seasBy seamen so bold,Therarest that everM en’s eyes did behold .

God prosper the seamenWherever they be.

There’

s nonebuta seamanSha llmarry withme.

Themerchants themselvesAre beholding alsoTo honest seamenThat on purpose do go,To bring them home profitFrom other strange lands

,

Or else their fine daughtersM ust work with their hands,Thenobles and gentryIn every degree

0, nonebut a sailor

Sha llmarry withme.

Thus for rich men and poor menTheseamen does good,And

.

sometimes comes off withLoss of much bloodIf they were not a guardAnd a defence for our landOur enemies soon w ill getTheupper hand,And then in a woeful caseStraight should we be.

There’s nonebuta seamanSha llmarry withme.


2 76 A'

SAILOR’S GARLAND

There’s the sea before me, and my home behindme,And beyond there the lands where nobody will mind me

,

N0 one but the girls with the paint upon their cheeks,Who sell away their beauty to whomsoever seeks.

There’ll be drink and women there, and songsand laughter ;Peace from what is past, and from all that follows after ;And a fellow will forget how a woman lies awakeLonely in the night -watch crying for his sake.

Black it blows, and bad, and it howls like slaughter,And the ship she shudders as she takes the water

,

Hissing flies the spindrift, like a wind - blown smoke,

And I think of a woman,and a heart I broke.

R. E. M CGOWAN

TH E FAIR M AID’S CHOICE OR TH E

SEAM AN’S RENOWNBE ING a pleasant song made of a sailor,Who excels a soldier,mi ller, and a tailor,Likewise brave gallants that go fineand rare,None of them with a seaman can compare .

As lately I j ourneyed through Winchelsea town,I spied a gallant lady in a brave golden gownLike a thrush upon a thornbush so sweetly sang she,O, of a ll sorts of tradesmena sailorforme.

Of all sorts of gallants so gaudy and fine,

That with gold lace and silver so bravely do shine,Theseaman doth pass them in every degree,And of a ll sorts of tradesmena sailor forme.

For a seaman will venture his life and his blood ,

For the sake ofhis King and his countrie’s goodHe is valiant and gallant in every degree,So of a ll sorts of tradesmena sailorforme.

TIE PAIR MAID'S’

CHOICE

Heventures forTo at thetrease,

Amongstal l yoar tsadesasenandmerebaats so buve,l ean

'

t setmy fanoy oneot‘

tbemto have;A seamanfromBristolmy husband shall be,For all sodsq 'adam a saihrfer

Witha searleteoat soldter tna bold bandoleer,fires a musket for erusts andmall beer,all fiereefirebloods l eould not

Soqf d lm d bfi a ua a aas’

brh w .

For outot’

a bewl ll steal ;l will haveno sodety withBaq al l somq d a uaa

t h d twill deal,a mmmiflerm never

Also theearpenter sad thesboeuaher,Theblaeltsmtth, thebrewer, snd lik ewtsetbebaker,Someot’ thesnusehavery, and

o

somebuesty,q f all sod sq a ns

’

b sj w ne.

For l lovea seansanas l lovemy ltfe,And l amreaolved to bea seaman’

s wtfe,Nomanelseln linglandmy husband shall be,For d d lm q/trd a -aa a d brfi sw.

Now l'

ll tell yoa why l levea seamanso dear,l havetomy sweetheart s seamanmost ran,

Hels a stout lad, aa youshall see,And of all som lrd a ssaa a sailorfor nc.

lt’

that l werewortha

My loveshould possesl would nakebtmtbenaster ofevery pennyForqf

'

allmuqf tmdm a sas’

b rfarmc


Through fireand water I would go, I swear,For the sake of my true love whom I love so dear

,

If I might have an earl, I’d forsake himfor he

Thenof a ll sorts of tradesmana sailorforme.

Here’s a health to my dear, come pledge me who please,To all gallant seamen that sail on the seas.Pray God bless and keep them from al l dangers free,So of a ll sorts of tradesmana sailorforme.

TH E SAILOR LADD IE

My love has been in London city,My love has been at Port M ahon,M y love is away at Greenland,l h0pe he will come back again.

Oh my bonny sa ilor laddie,0h my bonny sailor, he,Well I lovemy sa ilor laddie,B lytheandmerry may hebe.

Greenland altho’ it is no City,Yet it is a bonny place,Soon will he come back to England,Then to court his bonny lass.

0h my bonny, etc.

Fisher lads go the fishing,Bonny lasses to the braes,Fisher lads come home at even,Tell how their fishing goes.

0h my bonny, etc.

Sailor lads come home at even,Casting off their tarry cloaths,Calling for their own true lovers,And telling how their trading goes.

Oh nry bonny , etc.



Some delight in jolly farmers,

Some delight in soldiers free ;Butmy delight’s in a sailor laddie

,

Blythe and merry may he be.Oh my bonny , etc.

Oh,I wish the war was over

,

And peace and plenty come again,

Then every bonny sailor laddie,

Would come sailing o’er the main.

0h my bonny, etc.

If the wars they were all over,

And all our sailors were come home,

Then every lass would get her laddie,

And every mother get her son.

0h my bonny, etc.

Come you by the Buoy and Nore,

Or come you by the Roperie,Saw you of my love sail ing

,

Oh,saw you him coming home to0h my bonny sa ilor laddie

,

OhI my bonny sa ilor,he

,Well I lovemy sa ilor laddie,

Andmy sai lor helovesme.

SONG TO M ARY

TH E topsails shiver in the wind,Theship she casts to sea ;

But yet my soul,my heart, my mind,Are

,M ary, moored with the

For,though thy sailor’s bound afar

,

Still love shall be his leading star.

THE NORTH COUNTRY COLLIER 2 8 x

M d landsmenfiatter whenwe’resal led,O doubt their artful ts les ;

No tuilor ever failed,Cupid filled hisuils :

Thouart the ofmy soul

mmfmmpoleto pole.

m mevery port wemeet,But sailors of theBritlsb fleet,Arelovers, and not slaves,

No foes our courage shal l subdue,Attbughwe

’

veleft

Tbeseareour cares ; buhlf you’

reldnd,Well scomthe main,

Carnot TM

THE NORTH COUNTRY COLLIER

At thehead ofWearWater, about twe lve atnoou,l heard a

degree.Bntot

’

all sorts of oalllnp a eollier forme.

You a jolly eolller ashewalk s outbestreet,H is w handamg md so neat arebis t

’

eet,Withteethas wbiteas ivory, and bis eyea as black as

Ymm’

know a jouy eoflier whereverhegeea

a jolly eoll ier : he's a swaggering young

Whenbegoes a-ooartteg ofhts buaomfairmaid,


With his lips he so flatters her, and he spends his moneyfree

Youmay,

know a jolly collier wheresoever that he be.

Youmay know a jolly collier as he sails the salt sea ;As he ploughs the wide ocean he sets his sails three

,

Theforesail for to lift her, and the mainsail to drive,And the little pretty crojick for to make her steer wild.

I ’ll build my j olly collier a castle on a hill,

Where neither Duke nor Squire can work me any ill,For the Queen canbut enjoy the King, and I can do the

same,

And I am but a sheep - girl, and who canme blame ?

TH E BOLD PRIVATEER

O, FARE you w ell, my Polly dear, since you and I mustPa 3

In crossing of the seas, my love, I’ll pledge to you my

heart ;For our ship she lies waiting

,so fare you well, my dear,

now amgoing aboard of a bold privateer.

She said,

“M y dearest Jemmy, I hope you will forbear,And do not leave your Polly in grief and in despair ;You’d better stay at home w ith the girl you love so dear,Thanventureontheseasyour lifeina bold privateer.

You know, my dearest Polly, your friends they do meslight

Besides, you have two brothers would take away my lifeAnd from them I must wander, myself to get me clear,So 1 amjustnow going aboard of a bold privateer.

And when the wars are over,if God does Spare our lives,

We will returnsafe back again to our sweethearts and our

wivesAnd then

,

I will get married to my charming Polly , dear,And forever bid adieuto thebold privateer.


POEM S OF PIRATES AND

SM UGGLERS

JOHN DORY

AS it fell on a holy day,And upon a holy tide - a

,

John Dory bought him an ambl ing nagTo Paris for to ride - a .

And when John Dory to Paris was comeA little before the gate - a ;

John Dory was fitted, the porter was w itted,To let himin thereat- a .

Thefirst man that John Dory did meet,Was good King John of France - a

John Dory could well of his courtesy,But fell down in a trance- a .

A pardon, a pardon, my liege and k ing,For my merry men and me-a

And all the churls inmerry EnglandI’

ll being them bound to thee- a,

And Nichol was then a Cornish man,

A little beside Bohyde- a ;

And he manned forth a good black bark,With fifty good cars on a side- a.

284

HENRY MARTY'

N 285

lnmerry Sootland thereAnd eaehof thesebrothera tbey dld eastTo seewhlehsbould rohthesatt sea.

Thenthla lot did fall onTheyoungest ol tbese

So now he'

s turned robber onali thesalt seas,Tomlntainhis two bmthmand he.


He had not sailed one long winter’s night,One cold winter’s night before day,

Before he espied a rich merchant - ship,Come bearing straight down that way.

Who are you ? Who are you ? said Henry M artyn,Or how durst thou come so nigh ?

I’m a rich merchant - ship for old England bound,If you please, will you let me pass by ?

”

0no ! 0no ! cried Henry M artyn,0no, that can never be,

Since I have turned robber all on the salt seas,To maintain my two brothers and me.

Now lower your topsails, you alderman bold,Come lower them under my lee !

Seeing I am resolved to pirate you here,

To maintain my two brothers and me.

Then broadside to broadside to battle they went,For more than two hours or three

At last Henry M artyn gave her a death wound,And down to the bottom went she.

Bad news, bad news, to England has come,Bad news I will tell to you all

,’

Twas a rich merchant- ship to England was bound,And most of her merry men drowned.

A BALLAD OF DANSEKAR TH E DUTCHM AN

A LATE FAMOUS PIRATE

SING weseamen now and thenOf Dansek ar the Dutchman

Whose gallant mind hath won him great renownTo live on land he counts it base

,

But seeks to purchase greater graceBy roving onthe ocean up and down.



England suffers danger,

As well as any stranger,

Nations arealike unto this company 3M any English merchantmen

,

And of London now and then,

Have tasted of their vile extremity.

London’s Elizabeth,Of late these rovers taken have

,

A ship well laden with rich merchandi zeThenimble Pearl and Charity ,All ships of gal lant bravery,

Areby these pirates made a lawful prize.

TheTroj anof London,With other ships many a one

,

Hath stooped sail and yielded out of hand,

These pirates, they have shed their bloods,And the Turks have bought their goods

,

Being all too w eak their power to w ithstand .

Of Hull the B onaventure,Which was a great frequenter

,

And passer of the Straits to Barbary ;Both ship and men late taken were,By the piratesWard and D ansek ar,

And brought by them into captivity

SECOND PART

English Ward and Dansek ar,Begin greatly now to jar,

About dividing their goodsBoth ships and soldiers gather head,Dansek ar from Ward is fled,

So ful l of pride and malice are their bloods.

A FAMOUS SEA FIGHT 2 89

And beeommander of those'

l‘urk ishseas ;

Dothhover uear unto Argier.And tberehis threat'uing ooloursnow dispiays.

A FAMOUS SEA FIGHT BETWEENCAPTAINWARD AND TH E RAINBOWWith

Por wehavedeseded a aover

“O nay, thismustnot be,toTo

yself will not agree


He hath deceived the Frenchman,

Likewise the King of Spain,

And how can he be true to me,

That hath been false to twain ?

With that our King providedA ship of worthy fame

,

Ra inbow is she called,If you would know her name

Now the gallant Ra inbowShe rows upon the sea ,

Five hundred gallant seamenTo bear her company.

TheDutchman and the Spaniard,

She made them for to fly,

Also the bonny Frenchman,As she met him on the sea.

When as this gallant Rainbow

Did come whereWard did lieWhere is the Captain of this ship ?This gallant Rainbow did cry.

O,that am I

,says Captain Ward

,

“There’s no man bids me lie,And if thou art the King’s fair ship

,

Thou art welcome to me.”

I ’ll tell thee what,

” says Ra inbow,

Our King is in great grief,

That thou shouldst lie upon the sea,And play the arrant thief.

And will not let our merchants’ shipsPass as they did before ;

Such tidings to our King is come,

Which grieves his heart full sore.With that

,this gallant Ra inbow

She shot, out of her pride,Full fifty gallant brass piecesCharged on every side.



Thethird was brave EssexFrom field would never flee

,

Which would have gone unto the seas,

And brought proud Ward to me.

ASWEWERE A - SAILING

As we were a - sail ing unto the Spanish shore,

Where the drums they did beat , boys, and the guns theydid roar

,

We spied our lofty enemies come spooming down themain

,

Which caused us to hoist our topsails again .

There was a gallant damsel,a damsel of fame

,

She was daughter of the Captain, and Nancy was hername,

She stood on the deck,and gallantly shecall s

,

0 stand to your guns, boys, and load with cannon- balls.

O broadside to broadside to battle then we went,

To sink one another it was our intent ;Thevery second broadside our captain got slain,And the damsel shestood up there his place to maintain .

We fought for a watch,for a watch so severe

,

We scarcely had a man left was able for to steer ;We scarcely had a man left could fire Off a gun

,

And the blood from our deck like a river it did run.

For quarter, for quarter, the Spanish lads did cry,No quarter

,no quarter,

” this damsel did reply ;You’ve had the best of quarter that I can afford

,

You must fight, sink, or swim,

my boys, or j ump overboard.

And you will drink to your lovemine ;

And here's to theroyal by name.

“hissthead,masthead, theeaptatnshail,B low tigt, blov lov , - Jsonila l m;

“Look out andmund ; d’

yeseea sail ?“

“There’s a what looms likeM y Head ,B loom, lama-l aunderi n g

“Her banner alofl lt blows out red,”

Ga ucho- gu y“ ;


Thegrumbling guns they flashed and roared,B low high, blow low, and so sa iled we

Till the pirate’s masts went overboard,Onthebonny coasts of B arbary .

They fired shot till the pirate’s deck,

B low high, blow low,and so sailed we;Was blood and spars and broken wreck,

Onthebonny coasts of B arbary .

0do not haul the red flag down,

B low high, blow low,and so sailed we

O keep all fast until we drown,


They called for cans of w ine , and drank,B low high, blow low,

and so sailed we

They sang their songs until shesank,Onthebonny coasts of B arbary .

Now let us brew good cans of flip,B low high, blow low, and so sailed we

And drink a bowl to the Salcombe ship,Onthebonny coasts of B arbary .

And drink a bow l to the lad Of fame,B low high, blow low, and so sailed we;

Who put the pirate ship to shame,


TEACH TH E ROVER

WILL you hear of a bloody Battle,Lately fought upon the Seas,It will make your Ears to rattle,And your Admiration cease ;

Have you heard of Teachthe Rover,And his Knavery on the M ain ;

How Of Gold he was a Lover,H ow he lov’

d an ill-got Gain.



M aynard said, I none desire,

Of such knaves as thee and thine,

None I ’l l give .

”Teachreplied,

M y Boys, give me a Glass of Wine.

He took the glass and drank Damnation,Unto M aynard and his Crew,

To himself and Generation,

Then the Glass away he threw ;Brave M aynard was resolv

’

d to have him,

Tho’ he’d Cannons nine or ten ;Teacha broadside quickly gave him,

Killing sixteen valiant Men.

M aynard boarded him,and to it

They fell with Sword and Pistol tooThey had Courage, and did show it,Killing of the Pirate’s Crew.

Teachand M aynard on the Quarter,Fought it out most manfully,

M aynard’

s Sword did cut him shorter,Losing his head

,he there did die.

Every sailor fought while he, Sir,Power had to wield the'

Sword,Not a coward could you see, Sir,Fear was driven from aboard

Wounded Menon both Sides fell, Sir,’

Twas a doleful Sight to see,

Nothing could their Courage quell,Sir

,

0,they fought courageously.

When the bloody Fight was over,

We ’re informed by a Letter writ,Teach’s Head was made a Cover

,

To the Jack Staff of the ShipThus they sailed to Virginia,And when they the Story told,

How they k il l ’d the Pirates many,They’d Applause from young and

THE LAST BUCCANEER 2 9 7

is a pleasant plaeefor themtbat’s riehand

is a eruel plaeetorDc

folk s ss l ;ne

’

erAs thepluunt laleof Avég lieaide

Therewerefortymft inAves that werebothswifi andstout,

All furnlshed well withsmal l arms and cannons roundabout ;

And a thousandmentnAvesmadelaws so fair and free,

Spaniald withhishoalds of

folk of

old ;Likewisethemerchaut uptahs, withhearta as hard as

stone ,Whotgzgmen and keel-haul thesn, and stafletbemto

Oh, thepa lma grew hightnAvés, and fi-uits thst sbone

Andfihlfl cohb

’

ris and pamts they weregorgeous to be

And thedegromaids to Aves fmmTo weloomegallant saflors,

Oh, sweet it was inAvea to hear thelandward breese,tobaoeo ina net betweenthetrees,to fanyou, whlleyou listened to the

Of thehu kmmthend ouuidq that never touchedtheshore.


But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must beSo the King’s ships sailed on Aves, and quite put down

w ere we.All day we fought like bull-dogs, but they burst the

booms at night ;And I fled in a piragua

,sore wounded, from the fight.

Nine days I floated starving,and a negro lass beside,

Till for all I tried to cheer her,the poor young thing she

died ;But as I lay a - gasping

,a Bristol sail came by

,

And brought me home to England here, to beg until Idie .

And now I ’m old and going— I’msure I can’t tell where ;

One comfort is,this world’s so hard

,I can’t be worse off

there :If I might but be a sea dove

,I ’d fly across the main,

To the pleasant Isle of Aves, to look at it once again’

.

CHARLES K INGSLEY

TH E LAST BUCCANEER

TH E winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,Thesky was black and drear

,

When the crew with eyes of flame brought the shipwi thout a name

Alongside the last Buccaneer.

Whence flies your sloop full sail before so fierce a gale,When all others drive bare on the seas ?

Say,come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador,

Or the gulf of the rich Caribbees ?

“From a shore no search hath found,from a gulf no line

can sound,

Without rudder or needle we steer ;Above

,below our bark dies the sea—fowl and the shark,As wefly by the last Buccaneer.


CH ANTIES

A CHANTY is a song sung by sailors when engaged in theseverest of their many labours. Theword chanty is generally mispronounced by landsmen . It is not pronouncedas spelt, like the word chant w ith an added y fihal . Itis pronounced shanty, to rhymew ith scanty, the chsoftand the a narrow. Theverb to chanty is frequently used,as in the order Chanty it up

,now

,or the injunction

Heave and chanty.

There are three varieties of chanty, each kind adaptedto its special labour. There is the capstan chanty, sungat the capstan when warping, or weighing anchor, or

hoisting topsails with the watch. There is the halliardchanty

,sung at the topsail and top - gallant halliards

,when

the topsails and top - gallant sails are being mast- headed.

And there is the sheet,tack

,and bowline chanty

,used

when the fore,main

,and crossjack sheets arehauled aft,

and when the tacks are boarded and the bowlines tautened .

Formerly,in the days when ships were built of wood, and

leaked from an inch or two to two or three feet a day,there used to be pumping chanties

,sung by the pumpers

as they hove the brakes round. Now that ships are builtof steel or iron

,which either leak not at all or go to the

bottom, there is no pumping to be done aboard, save thepumping of fresh water from the tanks in the hold forthe use of the crew,

and the daily pumping of salt waterfor the washing down of the decks. I have passed manymiserable hours pumping out the leaks from a woodenship

,but I was never so fortunate as to hear a pumping

chanty.

Strictly speaking, there is a fourth variety of chanty,300

the mind. The favouriterunaway

a“ammm.“

a

smum

mums

hhh

Mma3m

e

time. l t is theIt h sang to a

M mWay, hay.

”st eachto

Of the chari tiesmost beautiful, themthecapstanchanties arethe

chari ties the most commonly

ancient. Inhis singleline


word of it the other men heaving at the bars break outw ith the first chorus. Immediately before the chorus hascome to an end the solo man repeats his line of verse

,

to be interrupted at the last word by the second chorus,

which is generally considerably longer than the first. Itis a glorious thing to be on a forecastle - head

,heav ing

at a capstan bar, hearing the chain coming clanking inbelow you to the music of a noisy chanty sung by a scoreof sailors.

Chari ty -man. InAmsterdamtheredwelt a maid .

M ark well what I do say !

Solo, or Charity -man. InAmsterdamtheredwelt a maid,

InAmsterdamtheredwelt a maid .And I ’ll go no morea - ro-O-vingWithyou, fair maid .

A - roving, a - roving.

Sinceroving’s beenmy ruin,

I ’ll go no morea - to-o-ving withyou, fair maid .

That is the most beautiful of all the chanties. It is sungto an old Elizabethan tune which stirs one’s blood like adrum- tap. The song, or solo of it, is strangely like thesong in one of Thomas Heywood’s plays . Several of thecouplets are identical. Thecurious will find the song inLucrece, in the fifth act . I cannot quote it here.A halliard chanty is begun by the solo -man in the

manner described above . It has generally two choruses,

but they are Of the same length— not short and long,as in

thecase of the anchor chanty. Thesolo man is always aperson of some authority among the crowd . He beginshis song after the first two or three pulls upon the halliards .There are countless halliard chanties

,and new ones come

into use each year. Those which one hears occasionallyashore are nearly always old ones

,little used at sea . The

sailors have grown tired of them. I do not know whatchanties are most used now at sea . In my time weusedto get the yards up to

TheCharity -man. A long, long timeand a long timeago,Tomeway hay, O -hi -O

TheCharity -man. A long, long timeand a long timeago,A long timeago.


304 A SAILOR’

S GARLAND

Another excellent chanty in this kind is the fol lowing

TbeC/zantjr-man. Louis was theK ing of FranceaforetheRevolu

Away, haul away, boys ; haul away toge -ether;Tin Cbantymum. ButLouis got his head cut off, whichspoiled his

consti tuti- .ou

Away, haul away, boys haul away 0.

The chanty is the invention of the merchant service.In the navy they have what is ca lled the silent routine

,

and themenfall back upon their ropes in silence,“like

a lot of soldiers, when the boatswain pipes . It must bevery horrible to w itness . In the merchant service

,w here

the ships areinvariably undermanned, onesings whenevera rope is cast off the pin. Youhaul a brace to the cry of

O,bunt hima bo,

” “O rouse him, boys,” “Oho, Jew ,

”

O ho ro,my boys,

”and similar phrases. Youclew up a

sail to the quick Lee- ay,” “Lee - ay, H o ro

,

”H o,

”

“Aha, uttered in a tone of di squiet or alarm. Youfurla course to the chant of “Paddy Doyle and his Boots .”Without these cries and w ithout the chanties you wouldnever get the work done . A song is ten men ontherope. In foul w eather off the Horn it is as comfortingas a pot of hot drink. A wa sh and a song arethe sa ilor’stwo luxuries.Those who w ish to obta in the music of the commonerchanties w ill find M iss Laura Smith’s Music of theWatersand the anthology of Dr. Ferris Tozer of use to them.

Several may be found in the songbook of the Guild of

Handicraft . I have also seen a collection of thempublished (I believe) by M essrs . Metzlei . Thefiles of theBoy

’

s OwnPaper, TheCadet, and the publications of theFolk- Song Society may also be consulted w ith advantage.In the follow ing pages I have included only a few of

the chanties in general use. M any familiar chanties havebeen excluded ow ing to lack of space.

LOWLANDS 305

“l mdnwned inthc ’

bc uid,

“l amdrovncd inthelov lmdm”heuk l ,[M o-ray.

hennid,

l v fil cntmyMuntil tbcy

M ia-cloud: ,w uy l obl ;l will eutmy b uflonntil they

My Lonlaadc a-rq.

l will


No othermanshall thinkmefair,Low lands, Lowlands, hurrah, my John

N0 otherman shall thinkmefair,

0my love lies drowned in the w indy Low lands,Low lands, Lowlands, hurrah,my John

Omy love lies drowned in the w indy Lowlands,My Lowlands a

- ray .

STORM ALONG

(HALLIARDS)

OLD STonMY he was a good oldman,

Tomeway hay storma long, JohnOld Stormy he was a good oldman,Comea long, get a long. Storma long,

Old Stormy he is dead and gone,Tomeway hay storma long, John

Old Stormy he is dead and gone,Comea long, geta long. Storma long, John.

Old Stormy died, and wedug his grave,Tomeway hay ; storma long, John;

Old Stormy died, and wedug his grave,Comea long, get a long. Storma long, John.

In sailor town up M obile Bay,Tomeway hay storma long, John

In sa ilor town up M obile Bay,Comea long, get a long. Storma long, John.



Whiskeymakesmescratchmy toes (gout P),Whiskey JohnnyWhiskeymakesmescra tchmy toes,Whiskeyformy Johnny .

0fisherman, have youjust comefromsea ?

1

O fisherman, have youjust come fromWhis/cey formy Johnny .

0yes, sir, I have just comefromsea,Whiskey Johnny

0yes, sir, I have just come fromsea ,Whiskey formy Johnny .

Then have youany crab- fishthat youcan sellWhiskey JohnnyThen have youany crab-fishthat youcansellWhiskey formy Johnny .

0yes, sir, I have crab- fishone, two, three,Whiskey 1 Johnny0yes, sir, I have crab- fishone, two, three,Whiskeyformy Johnny .

1

JOH N FRANQOIS

(HALLIARDS)

BONEY was a warrior,Away

- i- ohBoney was a warrior,JohnFrangois.

1 Atthis point theballad becomes a littlegross. Thecurious wi l lfind theremainder of thetaleina discreet littlebook published by thePercy Society, fromthe relics of Bishop Percy’s col lection. Thebal lad dates fromthesixteenth century. I t is stil l very popular atsea .

BLOW THE MAN DOWN 309

drivebcr,

lt’

tos a

d

vent-y we!Baltimore,

BLOW THE MAN DOWN

(Huma ne)

w tbemmdm , bnma , blow thcmnnA Mama-down,

Gmu a cha eeto blowuem dm

fi'omthc top ofhis crown,m elonfiomtbetop ofhis crown,

Giveu a chm to blonfiem dm


As I was a -walking down Paradise Street,

Away-hay— blow themandown

As I was a -walking down Paradise Street,

Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

A pretty young girl I chanced for tomeet,Away

-hay— blow themandownA pretty young girl I chanced for tomeet,Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

This pretty young girl shesa id untome,Away

-hay— blow themandownThi s pretty young girl shesa id untome, '

Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

There’s a fine ful l- rigged clipper just ready for sea,”

Away-hay— blow themandown

There’s a fine full- rigged clipper just ready for sea,Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

Thefine full - rigged clipper to Sydney was bound,Away

-hay— blow theman‘

downThefine full- rigged clipper to Sydney was bound,Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

Shewas very w ellmanned and very w ell found,Away

-hay— b low themandownShewas very w ellmanned and very w ell found,Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

As soon as the clipper was clear of thebar,Away

-hay— blow themandownAs soon as the clipper w as clear of the bar,Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.

Themate knockedmedown w ith theend of a spar,Away

-hay— blow themandownThemate knockedmedown w ith the end of a spar,Giveus a chanceto blow themandown.



Tendollars a day is a blackman’s pay,

Roll thecottondown;Tendollars a day is a blackman

’s pay,0roll thecottondown.

Thewhiteman’s pay is rather high,Roll thecottondown

Thewhi teman’s pay is rather high,0rol l thecottondown.

Theblackman' s pay is rather low,

Roll thecottondown;Theblackman’s pay is rather low ,

0roll thecottondown.

Around Cape Horn w e’rebound to go,Roll thecottondown

Around Cape Horn w e’re bound to go,0roll thecottondown.

So stretch it aft and sta rt a Song,Roll thecottondown

So stretch it aft and start a song,0roll thecottondown.

REUBEN RAN Z O

(HALLIARDS)

0DO youknow old Reuben Ranzo ?Ranzo

,boys, Ranzo

0do youknow old Reuben Ranzo ?Ranzo, boys, Ranzo.

Old Ranzo was a tailor,

Ranzo, boys, RanzoOld Ranzo w as a ta ilor

,

Ranzo, boys, Ranzo.

sou. AND GO

Whey , ”Old B-nnnom nouilor,Bombay ,“

M ofnwbdcr,Ram;

chow d ot'

hwlnler,

Butheconld notdohhdnty,Ru an, Rana .

No. 1” notdo lihdzuty,

ROLL AND GO

(Hausa-u)

Tuna“ : a iled to Spstn,

ul led to Spdn,

M m e-hip0. Roa d “;

Therem nobipesmc bomc

Whttd’yethink m tnbeebold t0. Roll 30;Wbttd’

yethink m inhu bold ?O To- y

'

c onthehpnil ya i .

0Tom’

s ontheM m” ,

3 1 4 A SA ILOR’S GARLAND

And wha t was in her lazareet?0. Roll and go

And what was in her lazareet?O Tommy

’

s onthetopsail yard.

Good Split pea s and bad bullmeat,0. Roll and go

Good split pea s and bad bullmeat,0Tommy

’


M any sailormen s drowned,0. Roll

M any sailormengets drowned,

0Tommy’


COM E ROLL H IM OVER

(HALLIARDS)

Ono,Why don’t youblow ?Aha . Comeroll himover ;

Oho, why don’t youblow ?

Aha . Comeroll himover

Oneman. To strike the bell,Aha . Comeroll himover ;Oneman. To strike the bell,Aha . Comerol l himover.

Twomen. To take the wheel,

Aha . Comeroll himover ;Twomen. To take the wheel,Aha . Comerol l himover.

Threemen. Top- gallant braces

,

Aha . Comeroll himover ;Threemen. Top

- gallant braces,

Aha . Comeroll himover.



0Sally B rown, youarevery pretty,Ay ay , roll and go ;

0Sally Brown, youarevery pretty,I

’

l l spendmy money onSa lly B rown.

Your cheeks arered, your hair is golden,Ay ay, rol l a

Your cheeks are your ha ir is golden,I’

ll spendmy money onSa lly B rown.

POOR OLD JOE

(HALLIARDS)

OLD Joeis dead, and gone to hell ,0wesay so, and wehopeso

Old Joeis dead, and gone to hell,0poor old Joe.

Theship did sail , the winds did roar,0wesay so, and wehopeso

Theship did sa il, thew inds did roa r,0poor old Joe.

He’

s as dead as a nail in the lamp- roomdoor,0wesay so, and wehopeso

He’

s as dead as a na il in the lamp - roomdoor,0poor old Joe.

Hewon’t come hazing us nomore,0wesay so, and wehopeso

He won’t come hazing usnomore,0poor oldJoe.

A LONG TIME AGO 3 1 7

TOMMY‘S GONE TO HILO

(Humane)

Tou r’

to H ilo ;whht alnll l do?

Hilo townis inl’em,

H ilo townhin

Hew er ldaed

tenementh,

ta xamonth,

A LONG TIME AGO

(Em u)

A unto,

WhamAmrt Ymkeepw lwthy ont inthebey,

ToneWhy ,

A waiting for o fnlr wtnd to getunda n y,

3 1 s A SAILOR’S'

GARLAND

With al l her poor sa ilors al l sick and al l sore,Tomeway hay , ohio

For they’d drunk all their lime-jnice, and could getnomore,

With al l her poor sa ilors al l sick and al l sad,Tomeway hay, ohio

For they’d drunk al l their lime-j uice, and no morecould

behad,A long timeago.

Shewas waiting for a fa ir w ind to get under way,Tomeway hay, ohio

She was waiting for a fa ir w ind to get under way,A long timeago.

If shehasn’t had a fair wind she’s lying therestill,Tomeway hay , ohio

If shehasn’t had a fa ir w in!d she’s lying therestill,

A long timeago.

BLOW,BULLIES, BLOW

(HALLIARDS)

THERE ’S a Black Ball barque coming down theriver,B low, bullies, blow

There’s a Black Ba ll barque coming down theriver,B low,my bully boys, blow .

And who d’

yethink is Capta in of her ?B low,

bullies, blow

0who d ’

yethink is Capta in of her ?B low,my bully boys, blow.

Why, bully Hains is theCapta in of her,B low

,bul lies, blowWhy, bully Ha ins is the Captain of her,

B low,my bul ly boys, blow.



TH E RIO GRANDE

WHERE areyougoing to,my prettymaid ?0away Rio ,Where areyougoing to,my prettyma id ?Wearebound to theRio Grande.O away Rio,0away Rio,

Oj areyouwell, my bonny young girl,Wearebound to theRio Grande.Have youa sw eetheart,my prettymaid

O away Rio

Have youa sw eetheart,my prettyma id ?Wearebound to theRio Grand.

0away Rio,0away Rio,

Ofareyouwell,my bonny young girl,Wearebound to theRio Grande.M ay I go w ith you,my prettymaid ?

O away Rio

M ay I go w ith you,my pretty maid ?Wearebound to theRio Grande.0away Rio,0away Rio,

Ofareyouwell,my bonny youn rl,Weareboundto theRio Gragnjz.

I’mafraid you

’re a bad one, kind sir, she replied,O away Rio

I’mafra id you

’re a bad one, kind sir, shereplied,Wearebound to theRio Grande.0away Rio,0away Rio,

0fareyouwell,my bonny young girl,Wearebound to theRio Grande.

BANKS OF THE SACRAMENTO 3 2 !

SEBASTOPOL

TueCrimeanm is overnow,

BANKS OF THE SACRAMENTO

lutc lsck B‘ Il Unel oa -vedmy time,Touehoadah. To uehoodah;

lntbet k Bell Linc l servedmy time,Sohwmhfor theBlachBaltLiu-e.

“ed-rmwmgm.pa vement,


B low,my bullies, blow,

For Ca lifornia O.

There’sp lenty of gold,So I

’

vebeentold,Onthebank s of theSacramento.

FromLimehouse Docks to Sydney Heads,Tomehoodah. Tomehaodak

FromLimehouse Docks to Sydney Heads,Sohurrahfor theB lack Ba ll Line.B low,

my bullies, blow,

For Ca lifornia O.

So I’

Onthebank s of theSacramento.

Wew ere nevermorethan seventy days,Tomehoodah. TomehoodahWew ere nevermorethan seventy days,Sohurrahfor theB lack B a ll Line.B low,

my bullies, blow,

There’splenty of gold,

So I’

ve eentold,Onthebanks of theSacramento.

Wecracked it on, ona big sk iute,Tomehaodak . TomehoodahWecracked it on, ona big sk iute,Sohurrahfor theB lack Ball Line.B low,my bullies, blow,

For California O,There’splenty of gold,So I

’

vebeentold,Onthebanks of theSacramento.



A handy skipper and secondmate, too,H andy ,my boys, sohandy

A handy skipper and secondmate too,H andy,my boys, away oh.

A handy Bose 1 and a handy Sa ils,2H andy ,my boys, sohandy

A handy Bose and a handy Sa ils,H andy ,my boys, away oh.

HAUL AWAY O

(SHEET, TACK , AND BOWLINE)AWAY, haul away, boys, haul away together,

Away , haul away , boys, haul away OAway, haul away, boys, haul away together,

Away, haul away , boys, haul away O.

Louis was theKing of FranceaforetheRevolu- ti-ou,

Away , haul away, boys, haul away 0Louis was the King of France afore the Revolu- ti - ou,

Away , haul away, boys, haul away 0.

Louis got his head cut off, which spoiled constitu- ti-ou

,

Away, haul away, boys, haul away OLouis got his head cut off, which spoiled consti - tu- tion

,

Away, haul away, boys, haul away O.

1 Boatswain.2 Sailmaker.

325HAUL THE BOWLINE

HAUL THE BOWLINE

0

Kitty in ing,

“at. “Wmy

Kl

bib-cha r.

Kitty live. atLiverpool,, thebonh’uehmrl.

line,bowline, the

line,

theHanl npontbebov line

Ha l the

“7

s a far cry to pey-dsy,

H aul uponthelnwlinefi f s a fi rHu l dehwliaqthehoveliaehn l.

Haul uponthc bovhnq it’

Hu l thebovh’

neflheboo lihehoul


A RUNAWAY CH ORUS

WHAT shall wedo w itha drunken sa ilor ?What sha ll wedo w ith a drunken sailor ?What shall wedo witha drunken sailor ?Early in themorning.Way, hay, there sherises,Way, hay, there sherises,Way, hay, there sherises,Early in themorning.

Chuck himin thelong-boat till hegets sober,Chuck himin thelong-boat till he gets sober,Chuck himin the long-boat till he gets sober,

Ea rly in themorning.Way, hay, theresherises,Way, hay, theresherises,0boy, there sherises,Early in themorning.

What shall wedo w ith a drunken soldier ?What shall wedo w ith a drunken soldier ?What shall wedo w ith a drunken soldier ?Early in themorning.

there sherises,there sherises,Way, hay, there sherises,

Early in themorning.

Lock himin theguardroomtill hegets sober,Lock himin the guardroomtill he gets sober,Lock himin the guardroomtill he gets sober,

Early in themorning.Way, hay, there sherises,Way, hay, there she rises,Way, hay, there sherises,Early in themorning.



Thew inds w ere foul, the work w as hard,Leaveher, Johnny, leaveher

FromLiverpool Docks to Brooklyn Yard,I t

’

s timefor us to leaveher.

She would neither steer, nor stay, nor w ear,Leaveher, Johnny, leaveher

She shipped it green and shemadeus sw ear,It

’


Shewould neither w ear, nor steer, nor stay,Leaveher, Johnny, leaveher

Her running rigging carried away,It

’


Thew inds w erefoul, thetrip wasLeaveher, Johnny , leaveher

Beforewego we’ll sing a song,

It’


We’ll sing, Oh,may wenever be,Leaveher, Johnny , leaveher ;On a hungry ship the like of she,It

’


Coil down.

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