The Seven Seas

ur sea for a

lls us, st

never a wave

our Engl

our best to th

k and the s

the price

we ha' pai

a flood goes

a keel w

r an ebb goe

our dead o

r dead on the

Ducies to

the price

the price

we ha' p

ur sea for a t

s our doom

they sailed wit

k that stru

hat lies on th

astly blue-l

the price

the price

the price

we ha' bou

ep-sea

above us; their dust

utter dark, where the b

echo of sound, in th

lains of ooze where the s

the world-here on

s of men, flicker a

and gain, salu

the Still that has ne

meless Things; they have

gloom, a league fro

ay o'er the waste o

between: whisperin

g of th

of the earth-gif

but we, Mother,

ing man, from the snar

is thine. Mother,

e or few? Hear, is

the land? Judge, ar

ed at thy knees, Mot

erseas wait and woul

we fight-haggle a

a price, loaning ou

to-day-Love witho

speak, from the utter

g of th

mb

ower-royal,

ichest sea wit

s roar through

s from a

cut

tain loved, th

d Kings adventur

! I am Asia-P

my hands,

dr

on the mouth a

isses, so t

Queens-a withe

on anci

ng

Do they call m

but hear the sh

ilk-clad lover

ath my Sh

gap

East and West

ear shall dare

rway of the wi

to loose

g-K

Hold me fast;

merable ke

landward) or

hips dow

li

my guardian pr

st my virgin

f the Honour

s and ve

and M

portion. Yet

seless, half in

and remember

ring no

tor

st the circling

st beside our l

st the tested c

orged link

eto

nd bartered oft

m, by rock and

the northward

n's Head

bou

fear nor favou

ed of gold and

reckless as th

s our har

dn

rth-stain have

wills perverse

h of the tropi

my feet

sba

irp beneath the

tion for an

le, and my la

er lands

ba

found me; man's h

ake I cleansed

eave to live

me peace

kla

, loveliest, ex

he unswerving

id our fern w

the Happ

nd's

he Blood; slower t

ie down at the b

hat I bred, bone of

shall be-stern as

our love, stronger

n the neck nor kiss

weak, my strengt

e many sons but m

ye a place and ope

ogether, your Baro

er March, Lords

ay mother that bore

together, brother

your peoples-thus for

promise. So long as

od is mine: ye shall feel

eddon, at the last

d together and the

fold knot firm on t

ke shall be law after

Heath, and that f

leaf, and that for

shall be law and I

of The Blood and c

your kinsmen and th

English, in straigh

d be strong, halti

alf-won for an ins

and be wise-certa

dren nor Gods, but m

RST CH

man to me, dark

om the camp, held

e on our track er

in the gloom, gr

forest we ran; non

e and far; then t

of the Sea, su

d the death, ste

to my lance laid

ed to a log lapp

and apart skins

of the Wind that

at that word, (Pra

he the bank fo

xes behind, flas

e and fear, yet

we had left. Now

of the Gods l

not, nor word, s

rred on the deep, g

to His place fl

r, the Sun, bar

from our eyes bl

mb of the world,

nd we live)-the P

ke to the tree f

of our flight, f

yers he went: b

in that hunt, wo

mised our bones, tr

f the tribe crou

tess we came back

AST C

e was no

d in the Vault ab

gels and the soul

th has p

oke of Ju

established shall W

uls of the jolly

urricane that made

r is done

the Lord h

the barracout', and

oul of Judas th

forgotten Thy c

ce a y

me on

y of mercy if Ye

of the Angel of t

nder when the bull-mo

tch and wa

wonders o

nour from me if Ye

uls of the jolly

e angry, and a h

ed the shi

undered in

should clamour for a

of the slaves that

e picaroon a wea

m was stro

ched us on

g tides idle till Thy

ul of the stout A

a ship, and she l

fourteen sc

ssed Thee on

y Grace and Glory un

uls of the jolly

harps, and they

are rough

ne is some

sea Chantey such as

uls of the gentl

to bar all fo

evel in o

rrow that w

ve or drink it, we we

l of a gray Goth

inching in the flee

inger and

sh we stru

ll for wantonness th

uls of the jolly

aven, here is nei

sing for

dless, gla

en fiddles and we'l

d, and He called the

his borders un

as have

se the Lord

o galleons and ser

ud shall fail not

spindrift, nor the

hips shal

lory of

sailor-folk and gave

ERCHA

on drew me

of his

ks, apes,

shish un

ars out

ram raft

e only s

in Lond

eas-round the wor

all head us or th

sail-lay your boa

we'll pay Paddy D

no store

or precio

we have w

t and ach

beneath t

t upon

ardy of

s betwee

we got by

we had

we found

and ca

t, 'mid-se

arity

e rolling ho

e a foot

of bitt

, strained,

entledge o

ings upon

had their

ry all

y 's in t

om 's in M

ndered off

th sodde

pped from

orther at

ed beyond t

the Sout

d our gun

read Agu

ll outer

here none h

e land-lig

s none ha

stood up

the nigh

d the deep

ty 'neat

nsorts rod

ght us e

re climbed o

d on vane

ugh the re

ed us nig

e Dutchma

vas, hea

the Midnig

the black

we've heard

that may

n bunt a

cloud drav

by more than

the Isle

, amid th

it-toss

he silen

hted whal

a cruel

ened as

ead Henr

th by West

God's wat

the roar

His signs

ed to o

re headin

e to lose

they slippe

iling of

et go the

ed at he

so poor a

for gif

e great b

were we

e baled wit

we left

eas-round the wor

hall fail us or th

sail-lay your boa

ng a cargo up

REWS'

this world below th

, I tak' it so-exce

to spindle-guide I

the stride o' yo

forged the same-enor

the furnace-flam

p to-night; old bone

le watch up here-al

inety days o' race

of all Thy world, sla

ey knock a wee-the cr

mile o' sea has gied

full-draught breeze,

in' Hay. Old girl,

h.... Seventy-One-Two

ess Ferguson ... an'

port for me, by dr

l went to Thee, Lor

ands was burned. Oh r

Pollokshaws-fra'

l on the Board. Ye'll

s! Back again? An' ho

icalities but ha

' three Earls-the a

oiler-whelp-when st

used to serve a b

e pressure then-Eh!

n' gauges give one

each new rig-less we

o-boiler next an' t

hat I ha' seen sin

or the machine: but

wi' all his runs, one

earth to moon.... How

night an' day. Ye m

pper on his way to

e stokehold floor-jus

urnace-door. I hav

more than burns-deep

en things go smooth, my

d forty years, all

valves half-fed.... Fo

e on deck to mark,

' in the dark betwe

e ports wi' pride to

y steps aside at Gay

el hours of mine i

Number Nine, The Red

y crownin' sin-rank

twenty then-Ye wa

irst that run-new frui

nd-fou wi' sun-the D

-scenes the shore sli

sceevious stars leered

cargo-steam) I'd dau

in a dream-for she

carved bamboo an' blow

i' rubbishry the

ead, Ye mind, I hea

o' spice an' bloom: "

o haste, no hate-the

dential facts bey

a graspin' deil, th

meenisters clean daf

e Broomielaw, o' Gl

fetich, lad, that's

to Him again an' k

, who were They?) "an

souls for sport or

n' cocoanuts an' ripe

cut off: no more; that

' twenty-four, to le

underclap-it racked m

e show o' speech,

Holy Ghost?... An' u

ut left behind her a

eart an' mind, Thou k

oster then, and firs

neath my head: abou

Torres Strait, th

the Barrier Reef Thy

sea by night but la

n the hatch-sick-sic

eyes that see than

lear as our gongs-ag

ough coral-trash ran

had the Light to

-room-no more-clear

a thousand times, b

we'll have here two

to justify myself

under' souls safe-bor

my kind. Ye wadna

om grace to wrath-t

e their path-their l

en all is done it a

es six thousand ton

h-three weeks an' odd

t to Wellington-ye

o weld your shaft-ay, e

der sail-three jigge

e Rio run: it's no

fourteen days o' sn

es overside that gir

he Mills o' God, goes

t praise the Lord: I've

anither route or t

n, o' head an' hand, for

Ye'll understand a ma

ll get to port an' hoi

loves an' canes-an' t

pleasant voyage. The

ollower-bolts an' wa

ryone but me-shake ha

ots engineer, the

ark for all we've da

most we earn's four

ad? Maybe. I'd soo

ifter-rod ross.... Fr

tores? Some do; bu

wi' patty-pans. I'm

l I save? Ou ay, t

trength Ye gave I'll gr

might recommend-an' cli

at the worst-an' da

t stay in port to

ve-Gear taught me h

clearer head for au

d not invent an' lo

Apollyon-Nah!-fre

n'-plans last run wi

Idol dies, an' wha

a sacrifice accep

hat's your wark? Ye f

he cap wi' oil-thi

t paid to think. Go,

cult to sweer nor ta

call me stern. Wi

ttle time to burn

eir elders miss; they'

of-well, a kiss-I

Viscount loon-Sir K

ennis-shoon an' spar

st week, o'er all-an'

n't you think steam s

doon that morn to see

ck-the cranks three

-class passengers th

little books; but w

uirks an' turns-the lov

e Robbie Burns to si

's noblest speech y

ke the Just-the tai

he double-bass; the fee

ntrics start their qu

pointed time, the ro

rod's return whings glimm

e beat, full power, t

l where they sit,

solute, foreseen,

, at any tilt an' e

urnace-bars, backed, bo

Mornin' Stars for j

o' vanity, the sweat

raise, or man-not

ar them lift their l

an' Restraint, Obed

it taught them that w

if a soul was gied

ld it then, in one

s passengers could t

xcept mysel' that

power here. Eh, Lord! Th

rst in store the new

breathed the Word dec

ld-liftin' joy no a

r still to cheer th

knock and scale, o' fr

, mark my word-we'll

judge her lines or

ha' worked. All than

I ha' done-judge T

Grace preve

s the "Sta

flare it is. The mo

d, as I was sayin',

ll tak

on. Man, have

osts in coal?... I'll

MIRA

message t

leagues and

-levels thri

tlantis bo

message ha

d found a g

aunched of s

ainst the

deep, by ga

change my

s teeth alo

g, swung be

he sun at

oss the wa

storm bef

he better

led the lan

I built had

rocket reach

my Love th

er chosen me

nd strove and

road a nat

he miles a

eir toil to s

ir fleetest

enty smoki

hem bait a

lightnings

by hour she

million on

y all men

o meet us

ongue shall

folk of l

buy and s

ATIVE

o the Queen-G

to our mot

to our Eng

oes not u

to the wid

s swings low

, and of o

to the Na

their skie

eir hearts

from our wi

ld Englan

the Engli

ng in the E

ed with the p

on the du

ith their old

s of wrong

rs held b

the righ

here they roc

ere we spen

and our hope

to our n

u charge yo

you dri

of the Four

slands of

t least lu

may stan

good pride s

our comrad

of the breat

, tin, crac

of the burne

t of the sh

of a death

of a death

of a mill

s of the G

the Golden So

fe we live

o' the little thin

for the little th

ight of a s

e of a hund

p on a thou

that neve

n that nev

of the waiti

e-meal, me

l deep-bos

ildren nin

en nine and te

fe we live

o' the little thin

for the little th

ight of a t

flung fence

ick cloud-sh

bour's barn

e of the ne

in her leagu

ray Lake g

t of a half-

rm wet wes

of the flood

le dry he

of the great

ll of the b

of the sluici

f and the

and the la

that is hal

r dark fos

then songs

then speec

to the white

of our dee

e of our je

to the palms i

ire-fly i

h of our peo

l-ploughed

of our dread

Abbey ma

of the slow

that is yo

k of the O

er-house o

o the Queen-G

to our mot

to our Eng

pe he'll u

as much as

s swings low

d your foot o

to the Na

he Native-bor

x white

o' the little th

for the little th

ight of a s

f our cable-to

Orkneys t

d (and a little lo

d (and a little st

to the Na

KI

mance!" the C

ell carved h

the ignoble

tips the sp

he Gods of Hu

these. Farew

ance!" the Lak

weight of f

s of the m

scorns our

hereby we da

rest. Roman

mance!" the S

of sword we

e 'mid unc

bus and

ost, and no

blows. Roman

mance!" the T

ha' lain wi

eturning w

wharf where

nd noted br

sail. Roman

omance!" the

d with the

arks full

s timed to

e tidal tr

nd port. Roma

he Season-ti

an to catch

th coach and

he local-l

ance!"... An

ght up the n

as on the

oothed the wo

waked the sn

n cut the r

deep and m

reckless lab

and throned, he

od beat or hear

onsidere

backward-g

his chosen

as with us-

OF THE THR

lands of t

paper lan

of all the s

e of Blood

when the la

the harb

of Yok

ering throu

Dewdrop D

ll the

sea and a

c ran from the

alsund foug

he Muscovite, that he pr

es in the Smoky Sea ye

oes nakedly between

bred for his skin and the se

seek the shore to dr

ul out of the sea, ar

tember gales have slak

l back to the sea and

nd stark they lie-ro

ome down o' nights to dan

grounding berg and st

e little kit-fox and t

must walk gay and mo

ey filch that way at

apanee that hang on t

worst, God wot, and the

rthern Light, to the

m a starboard port and the

Northern Light-oh! they

Smoky Seas, three s

to a sandy cove and t

h the herding seal to d

dred skins abeach, coo

rove into the bight and t

men and weighed-she co

ugh the closing mist, it

is sad as death to lo

ing contraband on

the sea-smother as a r

sent up her boats to

a load to side or sli

f a sloop-of-war, ghos

her guns she showed-thr

h the crusted salt, bu

an the brakes, they kn

t stood out again, go

is worse than death,

f mercury that loose t

ile from shore-they

is hand on his thigh and

a bluff," said he, "for

o catch a thief-and a

Oregon and ever

e wind from her sail was

r with paint and spar, and,

nd's deckhouse yet from

at Baltimore, and

you, Reuben Paine, was t

e here, my lad, to s

your painted cloth, and

Baltic now, and head

he game again with a

e sealers' call-the p

tic out of the mist, an

ough the whirling white,

the Stralsund's boom and th

bitt and boat, their

it, Reuben Paine, or wi

hed Reuben Paine, and ba

d all that he hath a ma

nd skins below, and

aw of God or man runs

he naked seas with

ur seal this catch, as

closing lock and the

ut fold on fold to hi

ed fold on fold the

e ran down the rail as t

end and butt, the sp

sparrow-dust that stop

and would not shift,

he Baltic's deck and two

nd overside the banke

r groan or word, the

the name of God, and

found them both and ba

a heathen joss and one

leaped across and showe

silences the rudd

watchful breath slow t

eye acock, knit brow

hock and cleat for th

of a wounded man that fo

ment of Reuben Paine th

through Fundy Race b

ebb-tide mark turn sca

trawlers drift below

l steamer lights tear

lonely sea and a

God or man you'll swin

quarter-rail. "Your words

of God or man runs

Him to face, and an

your widows, Rube, as

blind and large, and

a bursting ball a hand'

the topping-lift, and sa

Rube," he said, "the De

th this tide, and the k

he Wrath of God as t

ur guns again and

and the best are down.

ow there-quit! Call o

s me or Rube-but wait

ween the ships, but th

the dripping decks, with t

hem side by side, g

trakes pound and clear,

ried out again befo

a for thirty years to d

has nipped me here with

here I got my bread, but

there never a wind of

om off my chest, and le

e a splitten sail, to

ogs in the haze and th

pit and bay to meet t

n the clearing light th

pools lay that swilled

spent shell rolled bet

d so drunkenwise to

their hands had done a

ew over the rail that

el or sheet, and they l

Reuben's throat and he

Hall he said. "Then it

ith great sleep and y

hat talks in dreams, hi

in the westering wind t

ey're all too red-and

Northern Light,-clean s

ff Tolstoi Mees, but you

al-water and black

atch and trick, and no

the crawling sea tha

he killing-grounds wher

and south again, beyo

iwara girls to bu

t him by the heels a

the sand-hollows t

Reuben Paine that kno

at did the wrong to

uess and lead, for th

by luck and log, sai

ll lift aright to giv

om Zapne Crest, ye ra

o the inner bay, the

d see-catchie lead t

pack clear, and the blas

that beats off shore

nter's hate as the th

hey to St. George, and

unted fleet-lone keel

oners flit that way a

ma Port men te

sea and a

c ran from the

alsund foug

DERE

derelict Mary Pol

ping

taunchest o

a rose bene

n hatred past

ts he stamp

linded, bou

less wait upon

me, and

y maker

rrents con, the

forlor

moke alon

d lest any ke

s the lips

d, and spli

decks, wind-scour

red at e

that wa

uish of my beam

hat cramme

the pry

scrabble on th

that dumb

ipes gutte

out through the u

the hot

l my point

urn to shift

my well

the sta

ow that can no

n my wa

er wave

fellow, warring

ward, hea

and daze

he comber that

re the be

y of sea

head and freezes

re the co

ess, floa

s me, strake on s

was cle

against

deep, am bawd

rth by nig

r's care

ss betray her

me, and

y maker

, our peoples

in hop

moke alon

d lest any ke

G OF TH

ack a Broadwoo

eave a fiddle

raft an organ

in an Equa

the cooking-

'tween the coff

usty column ch

me spur the rear

y-willy-winky

ne that comes

moving forward

m up to wate

of the camp b

make your will a

my strumpty-t

en to one wa

het of the U

tly Impossib

ing that Couldn

o change my le

a-tumpa-tumpa

ere the dung-fed

e before us till I l

f the White Man

oad the Younger

hearth and sad

of the shearer

e of the herd

ht, on a buck

what the weakes

and Tormen

ever went with

-a tunka-tunk

London lights-gro

esh towards the De

y broken ranke

f many marv

ised tropic city

ith Young Ulyss

rumbled down on

d to the ope

a snare that

e singing stron

ing of a backs

Heeya! Heeya!

at thunders aft

s and men? You must

Bowlegs, pack y

hat gives the stars

packs the scud

hat sinks her tho

with our gutteri

e groans and qui

shedded levels

reckless chil

he Song of Rol

a-tinka-tinka

leared the mountai

iron stallion

ons to the wate

hat mean so muc

make you choke a

bring the laugh th

ery heartstrings

ng, and the fol

and the lusting

y that drops you,

that burn like i

ka-lunka-lunk

e on account o

e you win gives you

er repentance

moan her sorro

naked stars th

s snare the foe

feat, and mocke

ay not alter

jeer the fatte

f Lost Endeavo

n the twanging

ra-rara-rara

o you that hear

d is mine, when the

cked ranks go ro

f my grandam

low the little

tooping beach ward

my iron head a

of the centu

yestermorn I

ife unquestione

sting Wonder

a-tinka-tinka

my noble masters?

world together

os up to Lime

ER SHE'S

lady, an' she neve

'usband, an' 'e giv

cargo-boats, that sa

me as you an' me a-

wn, Jenny, 'angi

atton tram down t

siness, an' we'

own, Jenny, wai

a lady by the pa

n accident they ca

er 'usband, and 'e

cargo-boats! they've

lady, and 'er rout

r 'usband, an' 'e a

le cargo-boats th

r business first, and

a lady, and if a

'usband, and 'e'd b

cargo-boats that f

ight for them, for th

a lady, but if

the cargo-boats for '

'er 'usband, but

fight at all for 'om

o dear, Jenny, 'an

atton tram down t

siness, an' we'

so dear, Jenny, w

AND'S C

e cattle, for the

on the lower deck an'

t on the lower deck, a

' to them to keep

the dangerousest, re

strongest man, though

as certain of bei

packed with steers th

t every roll-so I mad

the Contract, as I

port alive I wou

ly Majesty till f

e cattle an' He sav

two drownded ones where

k on top of my head,

a stanchion, an' not

seven weeks conval

Scripture texts in t

f our Contract, an'

ministers no more

e cattle-boats an' p

is chancy at a

ll you know, when the

cattle-boats an' pre

n' an' swearin', they

n' their wages, and y

e more like Hell than

do it, for I knew

ch Religion, handsom

rd were lain on me, an

' bruisèd, as warne

to the smiter exactl

knocked him down an'

ng on Sundays whene

nor pistol an' I

h back of me to gui

ound ten a month and

the lower deck, an'

mighty God an' I pr

'm crazy, but I ca

the lower deck with

ve to a lunatic, and th

OR S

any Inv

nd. Heave, ah hea

ver, there, and ho

nd brace your yar

y her off and h

ll; we can stay no m

liquor and your girl

ind has c

take me wh

go to Mot

down to Mo

her Carey where she fe

nd. Break, ah bre

d bower out, apeak

with the harbour-ro

st o' bottom we s

ll, for we've got to

allast, riding li

ime to cle

awser grip

the foresheet and a

Aft and walk

cathead, now; O

fish, and easy o

fluke of her,

l, for the Channel wi

oices as we snatch

lowing up

ropping Lig

under bonnets for a

but she'll smell her

rbour-sick-O sick

t with the old Re

ash her out with

ll, and it's Ushant

windmill on the

ast, last

tumbling

off to M

down to Mo

ther Carey where she f

SEA-

a wife by the

althy wi

a breed o

s them o

e drowned i

in sight

s back to th

she sen

at wife had

and garth

r sons to the

is a bitt

sons to the

the hors

r sons come

from out

e's sons com

le into t

f men that ha'

w and nak

of men that ha

han the e

o' men that h

en books

y, rich in w

in the go

' got by the sk

for their

hey lose to t

their hear

t all to th

s beside

is wide t

the white

tide and 't

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n heath and

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ng grass an

above and

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belled to c

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low at the

stirrup and

ing on his ho

wake," True

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TORY

ring ice-field, a

ictures, fashione

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h his fingers. Read

ith that image-came in

t, and grunted: "Ve

our lances-thus i

we are. Glory an

an aurochs-later h

tooth tiger draggin

inous mammoth, hair

he bore them, scribin

o behold them, peering

ed beaches, men of the

and trappers-prese

it may be.... But how do

h the Aurochs-watched

the Bow-head-followe

of his fancy! If h

his image-the man that

of pictures-hotly h

and trappers, childre

ye hunt them!" Swift f

father and told him the

ave answer, that was ol

retime, he leaned on

thou seest they would

him a picture, and-wha

of the reindeer, flung do

timber that strands w

illed needles, nor

the bison, nor meat

t the fishing when the

outward, through the rush

ish and plunder-full

f thy pictures." And U

the aurochs when the red

the houghing to co

hairy mammoth thou sa

from the beaches and

s to thy pictures, wi

the doorway, and the

ted thy pictures, and t

clearly, return them

his deerskins-their bro

his mitten and looke

and departed, and he h

clearly, rejoice that

ing ice-field, by the ca

ctures, fell to hi

ditions. Gaily he

r their blindness. He

HREE-

olume novel

she towered from

steer her, and a we

rn notions, I found

packet for the Is

behind us-'twas warm

or ballast and a cr

Bastards till the W

ld three-decker to th

erapés we wave

Bacco when our swee

hless beauty and p

manners to the Is

questions-we pump

tetrics when the li

n Heaven, we left

y Yussufs, but-Zu

ailed us, so when

flogging at the gang

he foc'sle-'twas g

married, and I w

n couples akissi

loving and the par

h comfort by coun

ee-decker at the I

d to steamers: you'

headlands or the lo

the skyline, howe'

ou liner with a bra

g search-light-'twill

ing sirens to the de

ng oil-bags to skin

t the nearer to the

hing, crippled, with

convictions to hol

utchman, from truck

hree-decker for the

ring canvas in she

rawn thunder 'neath he

bove you, her tall

weather like the ca

n and under-she dw

asant music and d

l aboard her-she's d

rld roses through the

or madmen? Her po

and Science, and you st

r engines-you know

people to the Isl

MERI

can Spiri

triker call

pers call

ot much wha

he is,

roads, by m

forth in c

Jester and

Text hims

in his hea

in his bra

mopolitanl

e Redskin's

nswept hea

ador to G

d out by slo

sufferance,

scoffs at swo

inded stabs

bids the wo

begs a cru

drunk, at m

dreary bre

black with b

babe's, at l

the shift of

humour save

devil in

m mock his h

m flout the

m make the L

by many doub

guns that-h

him foolish

s through hi

he slough of

he goal of

ne, shril

id Asia

im careless '

l of the e

clear himse

weighed def

edged with

ng all in

edge vexes

eproof arou

keen untr

instant nee

illogica

embarrassed

he iron ha

ith Destin

turbable

disreputa

teeth of all

save him a

ARY G

est fancies; I've humou

dy-dying: you've go

t, am I? The doctor

morning, and-- Put

, Dickie? Well, now

eld my record before

nd the Foundry, the yar

a million; but I'm

twenty, and marrie

the pay-roll, and fo

en 'em, and every

nthony Gloster, d

Royal 'Ighness-what w

chant-princes." Dicki

h askings. I took

they wouldn't, an' now

've handled-rotten

the bilge-cock, pre

u crazy, and crews th

f insurance to cover

n't do it; they said

ce as skippers). I wen

drove 'em, marrie

ving the money and

aster, but she said t

wouldn't, and I follo

the money, an' she he

es in a cheap 'un and ho

on credit, and livi

x freighters-we've e

f clippers, and the freig

ng our fortune, but she

nosters, as you com

ourteen fathom; I prick

owners, and the boat

e in childbed. My hea

round Java and well

and warned me and I w

y business, afraid

warned me), and lettin

in London (I'd save

ted the Foundry-three

cheap 'uns. It paid,

m-lathe patent, and th

han buy 'em," I said, b

in talking before w

l beginning, and we a

like houses and stayi

nted cabins with mar

echt velvet, and bat

all over, and cuttin

n the Sixties, and-- Wel

s coming, when we bid

ed with iron: I'd give

expansions. It paid,

e-knot freighters and col

I did it, and I gave '

so shining a little i

ould follow, but they

ing and stealing a y

contracts, but that w

the Foundry, but bet

vate papers; the notes

o finish if a man

was angry.) So I saw w

inch rollers, and it p

failures, and more t

n to credit, and I s

t matter-you seemed

ty than thirty, and I

College! I ought to

ducation, an' what h

as proper you would

w was rotten you sai

ks and pictures, an' chi

ge was beastly-more lik

in-flanked woman, as whi

cial nonsense; but where

ges blocking the half

r's brougham to hel

grandchild, an' the G

she isn't. She carried

little beggars! At sea

tood it; you haven'

idle, and mean a

the galley. No help

ed thousand, in trust

you, Dickie-you see

ling your fingers, an

the business. Gad, wo

r carriage, her 'andk

's dyin'!" and doi

'm grateful, but kee

a' stood 'er, and, anyh

ay I've married a se

hundred, and tell her

he boiling-you'll mee

the mother-I'll leave

with a woman, which w

hey can see it they ar

o' your mother that'

see her, without i

the bell-pull. Five tho

ten a minute, and

me a loony, and, if

o trust to! (O God,

ey on marbles, the sam

leums-but I call

for burial-we've carried

ey wrote it, and nobod

money, and people m

r grandsons and buyi

dam' business; I'm go

' my body, and you'll

y your mother, ten

me to Woking; and that's

the quiet, the same a

nd proper-an' here's

don't, though. You writ

upset you an' you're goi

ary Gloster-I've hel

king order an' you'll

dle when I patched

or my fancies!)-the boa

nosters, as you com

I told you-and I pricke

n the grating-that

n East, remember, a

carry-three South

ews a copy in cas

o McAndrews, he's Chi

if you ask 'em and say

r the Maoris, an' very

ince the Fifties, an

ke warned me I sent

d claim it, committin

o' my body, and Mac

to dinner, but he'll

beggar, I've heard he

you paid him, and he'd

in ballast-you'll fi

thony Gloster, that go

ck-cabin with all th

beneath him and the ro

's carriage-our 'ou

the pay-roll and for

million, but this wo

ife of 'is bosom the

ternosters-there isn'

the money as soon a

eeks' cruising, the sta

u your bonus the minu

to Macassar, and yo

the Mary.... I'll do w

it wasteful, but I've

te carriage and bid i

er a credit: 'e muddl

hony's money and 'e bro

randchild, and the G

left me, O moth

College! Me slavi

in' crazy, and you'r

, my dearie, for

for a warning; I ought

or a cheap 'un-the

ou warn me? I've a

ut women; but you

only women, and I wa

with a woman, as you

'em secrets. I pa

or my fancies! Now what

aternosters in the ha

esurrection, if I

'em at Wokin'; we'r

o with the treasure-go d

ed women-I'll kiss

my fountain, I'll d

th shall charm me-an'

t's certain.) I'll li

n ballast-and she tri

' sinkin'. Her fire

hin' hollow on the sk

and chuckling, quie

r hatches and ri

khead ... she's floode

Dickie?... Well, now

F THE TRA

neral, I 'ave

that take you

neral, I 'ave

annot use one

ence, the same

in' matters t

atter where

ve our 'ealth

ys that differen

omen lovin' i

hances as th

in't, pretendin

edit-no, it a

ave the 'abit

ed your life b

rophesy nor

tucker some'ow

ered what you

things are the

and to most, an'

ituations ro

oth not work m

reason man sho

same shift; life

job to job I'

old me when my

g in my 'ead

pped whatever

a, be'eld the

-the wind that

k, I think, thi

ead and care fo

you feel tha

the page you'

ther-likely

re after is t

world! Whateve

ful long-I've

re I die, "'E

-ROOM B

smote 'is b

en sing by l

thought 'e m

' took-the

-girls an'

ds an' the

old songs t

t quiet-sa

stole; 'e kne

tell, nor

at 'Omer do

ed back-the

THE ARM

y ulster an' a bro

sergeant I don't kn

or jacket, my sock's st

mned old goose-step alo

Army again

the Ar

'ard, for I 'a

to the Ar

' service. 'Er Maje

en you're rung for, an'

for baccy-an' bloo

your fortune-the same

Army again

the Ar

rn to do righ

to the Ar

twenty that 'asn't

agin' him-'e'd be

a quarter, an' tha

jesty's barricks, an' I

Army again

the Ar

ult if I dres

to the Ar

questions, but 'e w

an' I shunted, the sa

shoulders, an' I couldn

er rookies come und

Army again

the Ar

hought I could

to the Ar

I wallered-for, Ga

' the barricks, I '

the gravel-the feet

n' 'eartstrings, I sez t

Army again

the Ar

ew when the J

to the Ar

the tailor; I sez to '

he shoulders, an' lo

c's 'orrid." An' 'e sez

ed to the business!" an'

Army again

the Ar

ee with my fa

to the Ar

'em fitted; I'll b

o' the barricks to w

am Parsons, that use

that wants it can dr

Army again

the Ar

ld an' the ra

e cold an

s th

too good to

is 'andle

ill pay what

e others their

in' the pick

don't 'elp

o cheat to get o

to the Ar

OF PREY

s cakin' good ab

, an' watch the C

es of the wome

' things to take

'll never mar

never live to 'ea

ge Bird

l carry

er see your so

ur touch; we're go

an' let the men

t's full, an' 'alf

e're going off wh

's none so black

e some fun befor

er out-a woman's

awd 'elp the ma

u 'ungry beggars

y want their tea,

mind for slinger

'tween-decks stov

ed kit 'as all

ked the bloomin'

'Orse Guards watc

eight this morn

rchin'-order, sop

time to watch '

'ome at last, an'

ong the troop-de

ever live to see n

live to 'ear the cannon

kal an'

'ealthy

e your soldiers any

le an'

waitin'

e your soldiers any

Large Bir

l carry

er see your so

AN' SAI

nto the Ditch aboar

an-o'-war got up in

rom off of 'er plates, an'

'Er Majesty's Jolly-s

Gawd knows when, and 'i

eg'lar Line, nor 'e i

ddy harumfrodite-so

l over the world, a-do

th a Gatlin' gun to tal

stead of a cot, an' 'e dri

lly-'Er Majesty's Jolly

the top o' the earth the

ht on a bald man's 'ead,

omin' cosmopolouse-s

we've fought 'em in dock, a

sick scull'ry maids, an' we

r a double fatigue, from

-'Er Majesty's Jollies-

they steal for 'emselves, an

ed an' they're up an' fe

pin' procrastitutes-s

of an 'arness-cut, or

School mutiny along

n finish in style for the

-'er Majesty's Jollies-

was brothers to us; they wa

e chest an' the arms, they

ecial chrysanthemums-s

the thick of a rush,

u've cover to 'and, an' l

o the Birken'ead drill is a

lies-'Er Majesty's Jollie

it 'adn't begun; they w

etween drownin' in 'eaps an

ll to the Birken'ead dril

e 'arf of us thieves, an' th

finish in style (which I

o' you an' your friends, an'

nkin' Victorier's Jollie

to say ye don't know-they 'a

or whether it's ship, V

lies-'Er Majesty's Jollie

PP

ere dried an' the

one," says

created th

ty's Roya

nk and pay

come along for

nstructed the

s of Her Ma

igue" in the w

unk, which he w

trained

o' Babel had mi

ivilian was m

one o

d a fight at the

rdered the sun

Captain of En

of Israel made bri

n' the regular w

ork o

then, if a war

shinin' on h

page f

ir sidings an'

ir mess through the

style o

n front with a

ates that are ru

ent b

ehind with a p

e guns of a b

s asked

escort in trou

they plug us tai

ying

he rock an' we

roads an'-they ro

ting,

bridges, their wel

graph-wire t

blamed

urn an' from wa

adornin' the bi

e kept f

barricks-they sw

s are Methodist,

tin',

o manners nor

we help 'em the

ock a

ut a man with a

only what ho

elped

s by the leave

men that do som

e are

t plain, an' my

one," says

Corps which is

us Her Majes

y's Royal

nk and pay

T D

orders an' it go

wounded an' retir

lookin' for the nea

loomin' knock-ou

't no chorus

ain't no b

s dead 'fore I

hat I see

' punished, an' we

mander up an' 'it

d "'Ook it!" an' it

our rifles from

an' wounded on the g

e than twenty when t

e line o' flight they

all we gained

be'ind me, but I

re I went to, 'cause

ar squealin' out fo

knew the voice

bedsteads more tha

ke rabbits all abo

'is Maker 'cause 'e l

broke 'is sword

e we started-we wa

a favour if an

ummer 'ad 'is rights

ay for teachin

'andsome, but you

in' camels till the

ch a medal for subd

like my song-be

't no chorus

ain't no b

s dead 'fore I

hat I see

HAT FOUGHT

OF INST

at Minden, they was

that fought

and, yuss, from M

ce dam' swe

iscouraged, 'Eav

n you not

an' curse, or you'll

make you s

Minden, they 'ad stoc

h 'igh

heir pride, and they

he cook-'o

at Minden, they 'a

by name of '

the eye (same as

ubbed their

at Minden, they 'ad

nty dozen o

use an' shirk at an

'em brig

at Minden, they was

as drilled b

ey were, but the ser

d be'ind t

at Minden, they 'a

did not ban

n' free on their b

ood advic

at Minden, they was

talk o' right

h the toe (same as

errupti

at Minden, they was

on't reme

son why, now the s

will stand

iscouraged, 'Eav

n you not

an' curse, or you'll

make you s

, if you've

he sake o

, if we 'ave

e beer, Johnny

get the beer

ERA

er in camp-it's wors

e wilderness the

' be'ind us, an' w

just reported we'

camp an' go, the

ns are

d an' stoned to ke

in' all she kno

one and prayed t

'ea

it's a-killi

t started, it's been

t by marches an' they'

as troop-trains, an'

to the Colonel mak

n women nor there ai

r shootin', we can o

the nullahs, we can

en beggars, you'v

ey cough to see our

companies an' cap

n' Sergeants-ei

quick promotion on

an' twitterly-'e get

'orspital where n

o' comforts, all b

uch comfort 'andy

a banjo, an' a sk

n' sings us, Lord, it m

tails a-bobbin' to T

ind o' padre for

'elps 'im with our

Irish songs an' ru

ks together when it

all a-rollin' on

rer in camp-we've g

s dinner, but it's '

funkin', 'cause we'v

ound the Districk o

camp an' go, the

gle's

d an' stoned to ke

o not like it t

n not stand it t

ie somewhere-s

well begin t

e, let down the

pegs an' 'old

es, furl up the

, strike your

'elp

LA

y fun where

n' I've range

pickin' o'

' the lot

n 'arf-ca

a woman

wife of a je

is a gir

no 'and wit

in' 'em

say till you

u are like

en you'll think

hen you'll know

will learn from t

you an 'eap w

oung un a

a girl

Castrer s

was clev

me, but m

a mother

way to promo

ed about wo

s ordered

n charge

e a tiddy l

in' supplie

yellow an'

a teacup

he square, like a

ed about wo

s shifted

ha' been kee

with a shin

of a nigg

e gipsy-folk

volcano

ne night 'cause I w

ed about wo

e 'ome in

a kid o

a convent

test I ever

t sight was

t know wh

such, 'cause I l

ed about wo

y fun where

must pay f

you 'ave know

ill you se

f it's sittin

n' Hell-fi

y lot (which I kn

about wome

e colonel's

never

ked the ser

told '

t to a man

ke as a ro

el's lady an'

s under th

TNO

ead-g

Sl

'AW

dy seen Bi

the devil wo

n my girl

got to te

bless

to tell

at 'e's like,

the devil w

athin' image of an or

d of grease

bless

o' grease

you met Bi

the devil

heek to 'is chi

p 'is both

bless

p 'is both

here 'e comes

the devil wi

proper to be fig

s 'im the t

bless

'im the ti

OTHER

undle, Stat

eley of

man, Com

kin o'

, Conduct

er twice

at kept the

amjee

eant! Sir! Sa

r," an' it doe

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one like 'im,

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out your pipes

up your swipes

the big dr

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in church, for she's

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off your swipe

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with the limb

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' the love

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arned ag

hat made

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why sh

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all ab

got all

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'orses in

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ter-devil; 'e 'as

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dirtiness, gettin

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abby-nay, kul

'is rifle an' '

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ustaches; you 'ear

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ergeants they watc

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sergeants send 'is na

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at cricket, 'e le

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en like 'im so they'll

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bullets come pecki

to face 'em, but

in irons which

by companies unco

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reatin', the step

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arned 'em they'd be

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he doolies," an' no

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as barrick drill, a-

s they are, 'is 'ea

'em, works 'em till 'e

steady till the wa

em, lifts 'em through the

blindness bows down

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s blindness must

f the Army is the

dirtiness-keep

oin' things rath

ith abby-nay, ku

our rifle an' y

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nior Order

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'im all

as old and the

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gits to the

the wor

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sergeant's sash, but,

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was white

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need

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to stop

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t-class jo

'im smart as

o'cloc

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need

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that's 'ot

m that's co

a night when the

turns out

them 'ide

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ivit Th

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, roarin' ripe, but,

l's well!" An' tha

is mother, an' 'e'll

PITY

yoursel

you used

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in shame

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the worst

, grinnin'

, I love

lasted, an'

eart an' good-b

rievin', when the m

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through an'

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pleadin', when the

men!) knew it

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bright, so b

a wave for mi

jiggle from

swep', the

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agin' the

ings, "Hum d

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price for

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cloud upo

above the

like a bar

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y that whe

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rs' service

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er written

ve gone with

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n' known an

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sing my ev

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shall be happy: they sh

ten-league canvas with

aints to draw from-Mag

age at a sitting and

ll praise us, and only

for money, and no on

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