Show The l e Sea Spirit By WEX VEX JONES JONESn n J I IC r Q vJ r COULD C you qu se see ee the ghosts that drive in deep sea fogs fog to and ad mists From the fangs of Sable Island Island to the tha vexed Evangelists You would mark their th lr wondering glances glanc s underneath un ern th a doubtful frown iJ iJAs As the wraiths of ot old watch wat h our fleet go rolling down r rN N 0 OAK or hemp or canvass canvas only steel and ditty coal coals AN s like ships than kitchen kettles upon my m sailor sour soul And they say at t sixmile b targets their guns have often oIlen scored Do they tiey y call such doings fighting where they never dose close and board y ES says SAS Drake I sailed Magellan In my tn little Golden Hind And wo we laid aboard and captured every Spaniard tire We e could flail And AndOh Oh those were days das for tor sailor men with treasure ships afloat a OAt And ship to ship and man to man and your OUr foeman by the throat u T I PITY these theRe poor fellows fellow says Jones never neer know 1 The grind of ot chains on broadside and gun sun to l gun n arow And the encounter with the cutlass and the pike And the thrill and throb of ot battle batUe till Ull you OU forced the th foe to strike IS very ve fine says sars Nelson as w he cocks his one good eye 1 To watch the huge and ordered fleet go grandly rolling roiling by But to hold the weather gage Closer Action for the tha sign And to sweep upon the navies and to break brook the line Unc lineT u T ULL days daya exclaims Decatur for these rulers of ot the sea LJ 0 I would lived JIved when fighting was livelier and free keep the high traditions in our earlier day begun But rifles and lord they miss ml s a lot of fun tun tunO funD RIVING wraiths of r old looming vaguely through tits the haze DRIVING O D Dreaming of ot your fights and frolics to tour jour our freer crowded days Wondering at atthe the steely ste lY monsters m ploughing whore your YOW ranged r Oak O k and hemp and sails have vanished but your spirit rules rum unchanged |