AN OLD SONG RE-SUNG
I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing, a-sailing,
With emeralds and rubies and sapphires in her hold ;
And a bosun in a blue coat bawling at the railing,
Piping through a silver call that had a chain of gold ;
The summer wind was failing and the tall ship rolled.
I saw a ship a-steering, a-steering, a-steering,
With roses in red thread worked up in her sails ;
With sacks of purple amethysts, the spoils of buccaneering,
Skins and musky yellow wine, and silks in bales,
Her merry men were cheering, hauling on the brails.
— John Masefield.
ROBERT OF LINCOLN
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Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, |
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