WE be three poor Mariners, Newly come from the seas; We spend our lives in jeopardy, While others live in ease. Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round, And shall we go dance the round, the round, the round? And he that is a bully boy, Come pledge me on the ground. We despise those martial men That do our states disdain; But we care for those merchantmen, Which do our states maintain. To them we dance the round, the round, the round, To them we dance the round, the round, the round: And he that is a bully boy, Come pledge me on the ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE WIDOW'S MITE by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE SANDPIPER by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER A JAPANESE EVENING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MADONNA OF THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE BEGGAR by MARGARET E. BRUNER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THESE POPULATIONS by EDWARD CARPENTER |