When I was once in Baltimore, A man came up to me and cried, 'Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep, And we will sail on Tuesday's tide. 'If you will sail with me, young man, I'll pay you fifty shillings down; These eighteen hundred sheep I take From Baltimore to Glasgow town.' He paid me fifty shillings down, I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep; We soon had cleared the harbour's mouth, We soon were in the salt sea deep. The first night we were out at sea Those sheep were quiet in their mind; The second night they cried with fear -- They smelt no pastures in the wind. They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields, They cried so loud I could not sleep: For fifty thousand shillings down I would not sail again with sheep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES RETIREMENT: AN ODE by JAMES BEATTIE SPRING FANTASIES: 6. AS FLUTES OF ARCADY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DAWNLIGHT ON THE SEA by ADA CAMBRIDGE |