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