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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Grey Squirrel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A great while ago there was a schoolboy <br>who lived in a cottage by the sea,<br>And the very first thing he could remember<br>was the rigging of the schooners by the quay.<br>He could watch 'em from his bedroom window<br>with the big cranes a-hauling out the freight,<br>And he used to dream of shipping as a sea-cook<br>and a-sailing for the Golden Gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He used to buy the yellow penny dreadfuls,<br>he'd read 'em where he fished for conger eels,<br>As he listened to the slapping of the water<br>the green and oily water round the keels,<br>There were trawlers with their shark-mouthed flatfish<br>and the nets a-hanging out to dry,<br>And the skate the skipper kept because he liked 'em<br>and the landsmen never knew which ones to fry.<br>There were brigantines with timber out of Norway<br>just oozing with the syrups of the pine,<br>There were rusty dusty freighters out of Sunderland<br>and clippers of the Blue Cross Line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To tumble down the hatch into a cabin<br>was better than the best of broken rules,<br>For the smell of 'em was like a Christmas dinner<br>and the feel of 'em was like a box of tools,<br>And before he went to sleep in the evenings<br>the last thing that he would ever see,<br>Was the sailormen a-dancing in the moonlight<br>by the capstan that stood beside the quay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now he's sitting on a high-stool in London,<br>the Golden Gate is far away,<br>For they caught him like a squirrel and they caged him,<br>now he's totting up accounts and turning grey,<br>And he'll never get to San Francisco<br>and the last thing that he will ever see,<br>Is the sailormen a-dancing in the moonlight<br>by the capstan that stands beside the quay.<br>To the tune of the old concertina<br>by the capstan that stands beside the quay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q>
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