Drake's Drum
Henry Newbolt
1862 to 1938
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They shall find him, ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago.
Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come,
Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,
An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago."
He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago.
Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound,
Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease,
Where the old trade's plyin' an' the old flag flyin',
"Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,
Yarnder lumes the island, yarnder lie the ships,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?),
Call him when ye sail to meet the foe;
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away,
An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin'
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?),
Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum,
If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven,
Wi' sailor lads a-dancin' heel-an'-toe,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe,
Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.