Twix' the Lizard and Dover We hand our stuff over, Though I may not inform how we do it, nor when; But a light on each quarter Low down on the water Is well understanded by poor honest men! Even then we have dangers From meddlesome strangers Who spy on our business and are not content To take a smooth answer, Except with a handspike And they say they are murdered by poor honest men! To be drowned or be shot Is our natural lot, Why should we, moreover, be hanged in the end- For to dangle in chains As though we were smugglers, not poor honest men? T THE BOATS OF NEWHAVEN HE boats of Newhaven and Folkestone and Dover And in each of those runs there is not a square yard Where the English and French haven't fought and fought hard! If the ships that were sunk could be floated once more, There'd be biremes and brigantines, cutters and sloops, But the galleys of Cæsar, the squadrons of Sluys, They'll answer no signal--they rest on the ooze Then the poor sea-sick passengers, English and French, 'WHEN THE GREAT ARK' WHEN the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, WH Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She heard the mariners entreat 'Before we take the seas again Let down your boats and send us men! 'We have no lack of victual here With work-God knows!-enough for all, Because our present strength is small. 'We, even on unchallenged seas, Dare not adventure where we would, But forfeit brave advantages For lack of men to make 'em good; Whereby, to England's double cost, Honour and profit both are lost!' THE SONG OF VALLEY FORGE T WAS not while England's sword unsheathed Nor while their new-built cities breathed Not while she poured from Pole to Line Not till their foes were driven forth Did they remember what they owed The snow lies thick on Valley Forge, The ice on the Delaware, But the poor dead soldiers of King George Not though the earliest primrose break |