Churning an' choking and chuckling, quiet and scummy and dark Full to her lower hatches and risin' steady. Hark! stem to stern. 'Never seen death yet, Dickie? time to learn! She's flooded from THE BALLAD OF THE "BOLIVAR" 1899 SEVEN men from all the forld back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain. Give the girls another drink 'fore we sign away We that took the "Bolivar" out across the Bay! We put out from Sunderland loaded down with rails; Racketing her rivets loose, smoke-stack white as snow, One by one the Lights came up, winked and let us by; Trailing like a wounded duck, working out her soul; Felt her hog and felt her sag, betted when she'd break; Wondered every time she raced if she'd stand the shock; Heard the seas like drunken men pounding at her strake; Hoped the Lord 'ud keep his thumb on the plummerblock! Banged against the iron decks, bilges choked with coal; O her nose flung up to sky, groaning to be still Up and down and back we went, never time for breath; Then the money paid at Lloyd's caught her by the keel, And the stars ran round and round dancin' at our death! Aching for an hour's sleep, dozing off between; Once we saw between the squalls, lyin' head to swell— Then a greyback cleared us out, then the skipper laughed; "Boys, the wheel has gone to Hell-rig the winches aft! "Yoke the kicking rudder-head-get her under way!" So we steered her, pully-haul, out across the Bay! Just a pack o' rotten plates puttied up with tar, Seven men from all the world back to town again, THE BALLAD OF THE "CLAMPHERDOWN" 1892 IT WAS our war-ship Clampherdown She had one bow gun of a hundred ton, They dipped their noses deep in the sea, It was our war-ship Clampherdown That carried the dainty Hotchkiss gun She opened fire at seven miles- "Captain, the bow-gun melts apace, "The deck-beams break below, ""Twere well to rest for an hour or twain, “And botch the shattered plates again.' And he answered, "Make it so.' She opened fire within the mile- And the great stern-gun shot fair and true, “Captain, the turret fills with steam, It was our war-ship Clampherdown, Swung round to take the cruiser's fire “Captain, the shells are falling fast, "And it is not meet for English stock "Lie down, lie down, my bold A. B., "We drift upon her beam; “We dare not ram, for she can run: “And dare ye fire another gun, “And die in the peeling steam?” It was our war-ship Clampherdown But fifty feet at stern and bow Lay bare as the paunch of the purser's sow, "Captain, they lack us through and through; "The chilled steel bolts are swift! "We have emptied the bunkers in open sea, "Their shrapnel bursts where our coal should be." And he answered, "Let her drift." It was our war-ship Clampherdown, Her two dumb guns glared south and north, "Captain, they cry, the fight is done, "They bid you send your sword." And he answered, "Grapple her stern and bow. "They have asked for the steel. They shall have It was our war-ship Clampherdown They cleared the cruiser end to end From conning-tower to hold. They fought as they fought in Nelson's fleet; They were stripped to the waist, they were bare to the feet. As it was in the days of old. |