'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899,
Which will be remembered for a very long time;
Edward Teach was a native of Bristol, and sailed from that port
On board a privateer, in search of sport,
Today I bought a warrior’s head
Of carved and polished ebony,
Ye landsmen, all pray list to me,
While I relate a terrible tale of the sea,
As I lay sleeping
on Bakery Hill
Nigh the mouldering staithe
Where the lads came to bathe,
Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man.
He robbed the Glendale train.
This is the cave of which I spoke,
These are the blackened stones, and these
(The War Memorial of the University of Sydney)
Death is an ocean, an uncharted deep.
ALL NIGHT long the sea out yonder—all night long the wailful sea,
Vext of winds and many thunders, seeketh rest unceasingly!
In the old raftered loft
Where the winds blow
You lie at peace within a city square,
Who sailed wide seas with Phillip to our shoe;
SHOULD any enquire about Eirinn,
It is I who can tell him the truth,
I’m one of the has-beens, a shearer I mean;
I once was a ringer and used to shear clean;
Have you never seen sweet Ellen Vale,
Or roamed the spacious park?
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,
The bosom of his Father, and assumed
“Cribs to be cracked!
There are cribs to be cracked;
And now a son has come again
To keep the peace or strike the blow,
SAMUEL PEPYS, as all men know,
Loved ladies and ships in the long ago;
“When Queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench.”
Love’s Labour’s Lost
Once on this historic site
Wild men of a dusky shade,
Yes, I remember, 'Twas in February,
The sun for months had drunk and drunk from earth
“The fierceness of man shall turn to Thy praise.”
HAIL, thoughtful wanderer, to these halls of Art,
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