Treasure Island

Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Poems of Sir Henry Newbolt

1. A Ballad of John Nicholson 1/3/2003
2. A Letter From the Front 1/3/2003
3. A Song Of Exmoor 4/13/2010
4. A Sower 4/13/2010
5. Admiral Death 4/13/2010
6. Admirals All 4/13/2010
7. Among The Tombs 4/13/2010
8. April On Waggon Hill 4/13/2010
9. Balade 4/13/2010
10. By The Hearth-Stone 4/13/2010
11. Clifton Chapel 1/3/2003
12. Commemoration 4/13/2010
13. Craven 4/13/2010
14. Drake's Drum 1/3/2003
15. England 4/13/2010
16. Farewell 4/13/2010
17. Felix Antonius 4/13/2010
18. Fidele's Grassy Tomb 4/13/2010
19. For A Trafalgar Cenotaph 4/13/2010
20. From Generation To Generation 4/13/2010

Drake's Drum

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 saw et long ago.

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