Chant of the Plymouth Dock-Hand

When the sobbing sea is squally,

Then,—look out for Walter Raleigh!

He’s the fellow whom Queen Bess is said to love.

He’s a reckless, handsome sailor,

With a ‘Vandyke’ like a tailor,

He can coo fond words of loving like a dove.

Faith! I like this gallant rover,

Who has ploughed the wild seas over,

Who has passed the grim and wild equator’s ring.

And I cheer, whene’er I view him,

For—my Boy—off Spain I knew him

When he trimmed the Spanish cruisers, like a King.”

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