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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Chantey of Labor's Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B.,<br>And he took me by the hand.<br>Says he to me, 'I've quit the sea<br>An' I'm huntin' a berth on land.<br>‘Er doom ‘as come; an' the days o' rum,<br>Salt-‘orse an' tar is over;<br>For these is the days of the popinjays<br> An' the end of the deep-sea rover <br>Oh,<br>Them tough ole, rough ole, rollicking lads<br>The shell-back, deep-sea rover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They've finished with me,' says Bones, A.B.,<br>'For they've finished with seamanship.<br>What they're shippin' of late is a milliner's mate<br>With a housemaid's mop on the ‘ip.<br>But ask ‘im the rig of a barque or a brig,<br>Or the toons of the chanteys sung<br>By a buck he-male in the days of sail<br>When me an' me mates was young <br>Oh,<br>Them mad ole, bad ole, rollicking days<br>When mates an' the world was young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Before ‘e was born I'd rounded the Horn<br>Ten times in ships o' sail,<br>Close-reefed an' fast in the bellerin' blast<br>Of the mother-in-law of a gale.<br>Bare-decked I been, an' wrecked I been,<br>Mate-hazed, marooned, shanghai-ed.<br>But shiver me gob, I knoo me job<br>In the days when the seas was wide <br>Oh,<br>Them reckless, feckless, rollicking days<br>When faith and the seas was wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So I'm leavin' the sea,' says Bones, A.B.,<br>'For the sea don't need me now.<br>An' I'm shapin' a course to valet a ‘orse<br>Or coddle a milkin' cow.<br>All that they asks of shipboard tasks<br>Is a dood of a doll's-eye weaver;<br>An' I'm missin' ‘em bad; them mates I ‘ad<br>So lovin' the sea they leave ‘er <br>Oh,<br>Them tearin', swearin', devil-may-carin',<br>Lovable lads wot leave ‘er.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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And he took me by the hand.
Says he to me, 'I've quit the sea
An' I'm huntin' a berth on land.
‘Er doom ‘as come; an' the days o' rum,
Salt-‘orse an' tar is over;
For these is the days of the popinjays
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