Once and there was a young sailor, yeo ho! And he sailed out over the say For the isles where pink coral and palm-branches blow, And the fire-flies turn night into day, Yeo ho! And the fire-flies turn night into day. But the @3Dolphin@1 went down in a tempest, yeo ho! And with three forsook sailors ashore, The Portingals took him where sugar-canes grow, Their slave for to be evermore, Yeo ho! Their slave for to be evermore. With his musket for mother and brother, yeo ho! He warred wi' the Cannibals drear, In forests where panthers pad soft to and fro, And the Pongo shakes noonday with fear, Yeo ho! And the Pongo shakes noonday with fear. Now lean with long travail, all wasted with woe, With a monkey for messmate and friend, He sits 'neath the Cross in the cankering snow, And waits for his sorrowful end, Yeo ho! And waits for his sorrowful end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON TO CHILDREN: 5. DAME HOLIDAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GREEN LEAVES AND SERE by MATHILDE BLIND |