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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Channel Swimmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure <br>Of a hero who tackled the sea,<br>A super-man swimming the ocean,<br>Then hark to the tale of Joe Lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Channel, our own Straits of Dover<br>Had heen swum by an alien lot:<br>Our British-born swimmers had tried it, <br>But that was as far as they'd got.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So great was the outcry in England, <br>Darts Players neglected their beer,<br>And the Chanc'Ior proclaimed from the Woolsack<br>As Joe Lee were the chap for this 'ere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in swimming baths all round the country<br>Joe were noted for daring and strength; <br>Quite often he'd dived in the deep end,<br>And thought nothing of swimming a length.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they wrote him, C/o Workhouse Master, <br>Joe were spending the summer with him,<br>And promised him two Christmas puddings<br>If over the Channel he'd swim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joe jumped into t' breach like an 'ero,<br>He said, &quot;All their fears I'll relieve, <br>And it isn't their puddings I'm after,<br>As I told them last Christmas Eve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Though many have tackled the Channel<br>From Grisnez to Dover that is,<br>For the honour and glory of England <br>I'll swim from Dover to Gris-niz.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as his words were made public<br>The newspapers gathered around<br>And offered to give him a pension <br>If he lost both his legs and got drowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He borrowed a tug from the Navy <br>To swim in the shelter alee,<br>The Wireless folk lent him a wavelength, <br>And the Water Board lent him the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wife strapped a mascot around him, <br>The tears to his eyes gently stole;<br>'Twere some guiness corks she had collected <br>And stitched to an old camisole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He entered the water at daybreak, <br>A man with a camera stood near,<br>He said &quot;Hurry up and get in, lad, <br>You're spoiling my view of the pier.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last he were in, he were swimming <br>With a beautiful overarm stroke,<br>When the men on the tug saw with horror<br>That the rope he were tied to had broke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then down came a fog, thick as treacle, <br>The tug looked so distant and dim<br>A voice shouted &quot;Help, I am drowning,&quot;<br>Joe listened and found it were him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tug circled round till they found him, <br>They hauled him aboard like a sack,<br>Tied a new tow-rope around him, <br>Smacked him and then threw him back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twere at sunset, or just a bit later, <br>That he realized all wasn't right,<br>For the tow-rope were trailing behind him <br>And the noose round his waist getting tight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hasty glance over his shoulder,<br>He saw in a flash what were wrong. <br>The Captain had shut off his engine,<br>Joe were towing the Tugboat along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On and on through the darkness he paddled<br>Till he knew he were very near in <br>By the way he kept bumping the bottom<br>And hitting the stones with his chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it Grisniz he'd reached?... No, it wasn't, <br>The treacherous tide in its track <br>Had carried him half-way to Blackpool <br>And he had to walk all the way back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marriott+Edgar">Marriott Edgar</a><div class=q>
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Of a hero who tackled the sea,
A super-man swimming the ocean,
Then hark to the tale of Joe Lee.

Our Channel, our own Straits of Dover
Had heen swum by an alien lot:
Our British-born swimmers had tried it,..."></div>
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