Drake’s Drum, Henry Newbolt

Drake he’s in his hammock an’ a thousand miles away,(Capten, art tha sleepin’ there below?)Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,An’ dreamin’ arl the time O’ Plymouth Hoe.Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships,Wi’ sailor lads a-dancing’ heel-an’-toe,An’ the shore-lights flashin’, an’ the night-tide dashin’,He sees et arl so plainly as he...

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