Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TARRY BUCCANEER, by JOHN MASEFIELD Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I'm going to be a pirate with a bright brass pivot-gun Last Line: Neer. Alternate Author Name(s): Masefield, John Edward Subject(s): Pirates; Piracy; Buccaneers | ||||||||
I'm going to be a pirate with a bright brass pivot-gun, And an island in the Spanish Main beyond the setting sun, And a silver flagon full of red wine to drink when work is done, Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Bucca- neer. With a sandy creek to careen in, and a pig-tailed Spanish mate, And under my main-hatches a sparkling merry freight Of doubloons and double moidores and pieces of eight, Like a line old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Buc- caneer. With a taste for Spanish wine-shops and for spending my doubloons, And a crew of swart mulattoes and black-eyed octo- roons, And a thoughtful way with mutineers of making them maroons, Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Bucca- neer. With a sash of crimson velvet and a diamond-hilted sword, And a silver whistle about my neck secured to a golden cord, And a habit of taking captives and walking them along a board, Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Bucca- neer. With a spy-glass tucked beneath my arm and a cocked hat cocked askew, And a long low rakish schooner a-cutting of the waves in two, And a flag of skull and cross-bones the wickedest that ever flew, Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Bucca- neer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS HOW WE BURNED THE 'PHILADELPHIA' by BARRETT EASTMAN THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE; THE SHROPSHIRE BLUEBEARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT |
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