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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510907" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of Fisher's Boarding-House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night, when through the mooring-chains<br> The wide-eyed corpse rolled free,<br>To blunder down by Garden Reach<br> And rot at Kedgeree,<br>The tale the Hughli told the shoal<br> The lean shoal told to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house,<br> Where sailor-men reside,<br>And there were men of all the ports<br> From Mississip to Clyde,<br>And regally they spat and smoked,<br> And fearsomely they lied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lied about the purple Sea<br> That gave them scanty bread,<br>They lied about the Earth beneath,<br> The Heavens overhead,<br>For they had looked too often on<br> Black rum when that was red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They told their tales of wreck and wrong,<br> Of shame and lust and fraud,<br>They backed their toughest statements with<br> The Brimstone of the Lord,<br>And crackling oaths went to and fro<br> Across the fist-banged board.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there was Hans the blue-eyed Dane,<br> Bull-throated, bare of arm,<br>Who carried on his hairy chest<br> The maid Ultruda's charm --<br>The little silver crucifix<br> That keeps a man from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there was Jake Withouth-the-Ears,<br> And Pamba the Malay,<br>And Carboy Gin the Guinea cook,<br> And Luz from Vigo Bay,<br>And Honest Jack who sold them slops<br> And harvested their pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there was Salem Hardieker,<br> A lean Bostonian he --<br>Russ, German, English, Halfbreed, Finn,<br> Yank, Dane, and Portuguee,<br>At Fultah Fisher's boarding-house<br> The rested from the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Anne of Austria shared their drinks,<br> Collinga knew her fame,<br>From Tarnau in Galicia<br> To Juan Bazaar she came,<br>To eat the bread of infamy<br> And take the wage of shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She held a dozen men to heel --<br> Rich spoil of war was hers,<br>In hose and gown and ring and chain,<br> From twenty mariners,<br>And, by Port Law, that week, men called<br> her Salem Hardieker's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But seamen learnt -- what landsmen know --<br> That neither gifts nor gain<br>Can hold a winking Light o' Love<br> Or Fancy's flight restrain,<br>When Anne of Austria rolled her eyes<br> On Hans the blue-eyed Dane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since Life is strife, and strife means knife,<br> From Howrah to the Bay,<br>And he may die before the dawn<br> Who liquored out the day,<br>In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house<br> We woo while yet we may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But cold was Hans the blue-eyed Dane,<br> Bull-throated, bare of arm,<br>And laughter shook the chest beneath<br> The maid Ultruda's charm --<br>The little silver crucifix<br> That keeps a man from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You speak to Salem Hardieker;<br> &quot;You was his girl, I know.<br>&quot;I ship mineselfs to-morrow, see,<br> &quot;Und round the Skaw we go,<br>&quot;South, down the Cattegat, by Hjelm,<br> &quot;To Besser in Saro.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When love rejected turns to hate,<br> All ill betide the man.<br>&quot;You speak to Salem Hardieker&quot; --<br> She spoke as woman can.<br>A scream -- a sob -- &quot;He called me -- names!&quot;<br> And then the fray began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An oath from Salem Hardieker,<br> A shriek upon the stairs,<br>A dance of shadows on the wall,<br> A knife-thrust unawares --<br>And Hans came down, as cattle drop,<br> Across the broken chairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Anne of Austria's trembling hands<br> The weary head fell low: --<br>&quot;I ship mineselfs to-morrow, straight<br> &quot;For Besser in Saro;<br>&quot;Und there Ultruda comes to me<br> &quot;At Easter, und I go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;South, down the Cattegat -- What's here?<br> &quot;There -- are -- no -- lights -- to guide!&quot;<br>The mutter ceased, the spirit passed,<br> And Anne of Austria cried<br>In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house<br> When Hans the mighty died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus slew they Hans the blue-eyed Dane,<br> Bull-throated, bare of arm,<br>But Anne of Austria looted first<br> The maid Ultruda's charm --<br>The little silver crucifix<br> That keeps a man from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 The wide-eyed corpse rolled free,
To blunder down by Garden Reach
 And rot at Kedgeree,
The tale the Hughli told the shoal
 The lean shoal told to me.

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