Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SONG OF THE TURNKEY, by HARRY BACHE SMITH


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THE SONG OF THE TURNKEY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: In the darkness deep
Last Line: Then it's ho! Ho! Ho! Etc.


I

IN the darkness deep
Of the donjon-keep,
Where the spiders spin their strands;
In the home of bats
And of old gray rats,
Are my lord the turnkey's lands.
O, his task is light,
But from morn till night
On his rounds he needs must go.
It is tramp, tramp, tramp,
With his keys and lamp,
In the corridors down below.

Then it 's ho! ho! ho!
I am king of the donjon deep.
There is music of bolt and chain
In the turnkey's dark domain.
How merrily jingle the chains that cling!
How cheerily tinkle the keys that swing!
I am king -- king -- king of the donjon-keep!

2

Though the ravens scream
From the gallows beam,
It is little heed he takes;
And a song he roars
Through the corridors,
As his watchful round he makes.
None are false to him
In his kingdom grim,
For their monarch never sleeps.
O, there's none dare say
To the turnkey nay;
He is king of the donjon deeps.

Then it's ho! ho! ho! etc.





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