Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Poems of Sir Henry Newbolt

41. Peace 4/13/2010
42. Pereunt Et Imputantur 4/13/2010
43. Pereunt Et Imputantur 4/13/2010
44. Rondel - I 4/13/2010
45. Rondel - II 4/13/2010
46. San Stefano 4/13/2010
47. Seringapatam 4/13/2010
48. Srahmandazi 4/13/2010
49. The Best School of All 4/13/2010
50. The Bright Medusa 4/13/2010
51. The Building Of The Temple 4/13/2010
52. The Death Of Admiral Blake 4/13/2010
53. The Echo 4/13/2010
54. The Fighting Téméraire 1/3/2003
55. The Gay Gordons 4/13/2010
56. The Grenadier's Good-Bye 4/13/2010
57. The Guides At Cabul 4/13/2010
58. The King Of England 4/13/2010
59. The Last Word 4/13/2010
60. The Nightjar 3/16/2003

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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