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Poems about Nostalgia
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Ever stood th' twelve t' four
Anchor watch, alone at night,
Along about six in th' mornin',
When th' drippin' sun turns out o' bed,
May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Old and battered now, it rests
With the spinning wheel and chests,
Give me a tub, a dirty tub,
Most any old tub will do,
The little, fragile, white-haired lady
Stepped outside in the English moon,
"Rouse out, you sleepers! Come, now, rise and shine!"
How would you like to hear that cry again?
Long lines of ships at moorings used to lie
Besides the wharves of 'Frisco. All the day
It's a board carved wooden cupboard;
the ancient dark-coloured oak
When the road it is rough and the sun it is strong,
And the miles of the country seem long and more long,
Swashin' down the quarter-deck, scuppers runnin' free,
All th' gang in workin' white, happy as c'n be;
She's a Liverpool ship, an' becalmed on the Line;
Ain't it hell when a Liverpool sailor must dine?
You may visit studios
In New York or gay Paree;
The gilded thrones of kings may pass;
The magistrate's judicial hall,
When the night winds blow in from the open sea,
And darkness sifts down in the busy street,
Mrs Moffat sold tomatoes,
Postal orders, ginger pop,
I'm living in an eastern state
And though I do my best
I see a ship glide through a dock
With lovely white wings,
The clock with one finger
Was made in the days
A large carved cupboard of white oak
emanates that relaxed gentle air
There's a song has gone through my mind all day,
As a song will sometimes do;
A pub there is of far renown,
A pub that seamen know
Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch, ger-
runch, and runch and runch!
“Where are you bound for,
Sailorman, sailorman
Have you never seen sweet Ellen Vale,
Or roamed the spacious park?
Yes, this is the place where my boyhood
Saw its butterfly season depart:
O Life! -- what a dream,
What a tale that is told!
Come, little maid, from youthful days,
And let me paint you as you stood;
They are going to pull down the old rectory next year,
So I hear,
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