THE OLDEST SONG For before Eve was Lilith.-Old Tale. "THESE were never your true love's eyes. This was never your true love's speech. This was never your true love's hair,— "All these things I know, I know. And that's why my heart is breaking!" THE LINER SHE'S A LADY 1894 THE Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eedsThe Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', They're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up an' down! Plyin' up an' down, Jenny, 'angin' round the Yard, The Liner she's a lady by the paint upon 'er face, The Liner she's a lady, and 'er route is cut an' dried; The Liner she's a lady, and if a war should come, The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, and 'e'd bid 'er stay at home; But, oh, the little cargo-boats that fill with every tide! 'E'd 'ave to up an' fight for them for they are England's pride. The Liner she's a lady, but if she was n't made, There still would be the cargo-boats for 'ome an' foreign trade. The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, but if we wasn't 'ere, 'E would n't have to fight at all for 'ome an' friends so dear. 'Ome an' friends so dear, Jenny, 'angin' round the Yard, All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth 'Ard; Anythin' for business, an' we're growin' old 'Ome an' friends so dear, Jenny, waitin' in the cold! THE FIRST CHANTEY 1896 MINE was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her. Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her; Swift through the forest we ran, none stood to guard us, Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us— Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen. Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen. Yet ere they came to my lance laid for the slaughter, Holding on high and apart skins that arrayed her, Called she the God of the Wind that He should aid her. Life had the tree at that word (Praise we the Giver!) Far fell their axes behind, flashing and ringing, Low lay the land we had left. Now the blue bound us, Whisper there was not, nor word, shadow nor showing, Then did He leap to His place flaring from under, This we beheld (and we live)—the Pit of the Burning! Men that were hot in that hunt, women that followed, THE LAST CHANTEY 1892 "And there was 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 away On the smoke of Judgment Day. That Our word may be established shall We gather up sea?" Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners: "Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee! But the war is done between us, In the deep the Lord hath seen us— the Our bones we'll leave the barracout', and God may sink the sea!" Then said the soul of Judas that betrayèd Him: "Lord, hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me? How once a year 1 go To cool me on the floe? And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the sea. Then said the soul of the Angel of the Off-shore Wind: (He that bits the thunder when the bull-mouthed breakers flee): "I have watch and ward to keep O'er Thy wonders on the deep, And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!" Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners: If we worked the ship together Till she foundered in foul weather, Are we babes that we should clamour for a vengeance on the sea?" Then said the souls of the slaves that men threw overboard: "Kennelled in the picaroon a weary band were we; But Thy arm was strong to save, And it touched us on the wave, And we drowsed the long tides idle till Thy Trumpets tore the sea." Then cried the soul of the stout Apostle Paul to God: There were fourteen score of these, And they blessed Thee on their knees, When they learned Thy Grace and Glory under Malta by the sea!" Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily: "Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard— May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?" |