Once and there was a young sailor, yeo ho! And he sailed out over the say For the isles where pink coral and palm-branches blow, And the fire-flies turn night into day, Yeo ho! And the fire-flies turn night into day. But the @3Dolphin@1 went down in a tempest, yeo ho! And with three forsook sailors ashore, The Portingals took him where sugar-canes grow, Their slave for to be evermore, Yeo ho! Their slave for to be evermore. With his musket for mother and brother, yeo ho! He warred wi' the Cannibals drear, In forests where panthers pad soft to and fro, And the Pongo shakes noonday with fear, Yeo ho! And the Pongo shakes noonday with fear. Now lean with long travail, all wasted with woe, With a monkey for messmate and friend, He sits 'neath the Cross in the cankering snow, And waits for his sorrowful end, Yeo ho! And waits for his sorrowful end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MYRRHA by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI OUR HERITAGE by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |