<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bold Buccaneer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray<br>In the scuppers a poor little cabin-boy lay,<br>When the Bosun drew nigh with wrath in his eye<br>And gave him a kick to remember him by,<br>As he cried with a sneer: “What good are you here?<br>Go home to your mammy, my bold buccaneer.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the Captain beheld, and his pity upwelled:<br>With a plug in the peeper the Bosun he felled.<br>With humility grand he extended his hand<br>And helped the poor lad, who was weeping, to stand,<br>As he cried: “Have no fear; I'm the manager here.<br>Take heart, and you'll yet be a bold buccaneer.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But how he did flare when the lad then and there<br>Doffed his cap and shook down a gold banner of hair.<br>Though his movements were shy, he'd a laugh in his eye,<br>And he sank on the Captain's broad breast with a sigh,<br>As he cried: “Is it queer that I've followed you here?<br>I'm your sweetheart from Bristol, my bold buccaneer.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On an isle in the west, by the breezes caressed,<br>The bold buccaneer has a warm little nest,<br>And he sits there in state amid pieces of eight<br>And tackles his rum with a manner elate,<br>As he cries: “O my dear little cabin-boy, here<br>Is a toast to the babe of the bold buccaneer!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Le+Gay+Brereton">John Le Gay Brereton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421287" data-title="The Bold Buccaneer de John Le Gay Brereton" data-description="One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray In the scuppers a poor little cabin-boy lay, When the Bosun drew nigh with wrath in his eye And gave him a kick to remember him by, As he cried with a sneer: “What good are you here? Go home to your ma..."></div> </div> </div>

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