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GREEN ESCAPE

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GREEN ESCAPE

At three o'clock in the afternoon
On a hot September day,

I began to dream of a highland stream
And a frostbit russet tree;

Of the swashing dip of a clipper ship
White canvas wet with spray —

And the swirling green and milk-foam clean
Along her canted lee.

I heard the quick staccato click

Of the typist's pounding keys,

And I had to brood of a wind more rude
Than that by a motor fanned
And I lay inert in a flannel shirt
To watch the rhyming seas
Deploy and fall in a silver sprawl

On a beach of sun-blanched sand.

There is no desk shall tame my lust
For hills and windy skies;

My secret hope of the sea's blue slope
No clerkly task shall dull;

And though I print no echoed hint
Of adventures I devise,

My eyes still pine for the comely line
Of an outbound vessel's hull.

When I elope with an autumn day
And make my green escape,
I'll leave my pen to tamer men

Who have more docile souls;

For forest aisles and office files

Have a very different shape,
And it's hard to woo the ocean blue

In a row of pigeon holes!

Christopher Morley

"DRINK TO THE MEN WHO HAVE GONE ASHORE"

The Skipper and Chief have gone ashore
And each is a married man,

So I'll tell you a tale of Singapore,
Of the ladies of Old Japan.

The Second Mate's guitar will twang
And every one must sing

While Geordie Muir o' Cambuslang

Will gi' ye a Hielan fling:

O drink to the men who have Gone Ashore
With a one-two-three

rum-tum.

Half a dozen men on the Mess Room floor,

Six good men on the Mess Room floor,
Drink to the men who have Gone Ashore

Yo ho for a bottle o' rum!

I told the tale of Singapore

And they laughed till the tears ran down,
So I told another (they asked for more)
Of dear old London Town:

Then Geordie Muir, who'd been to Japan,
He told us a tale or twa

Of a little brown woman and a big brown man
Alone in a Jin-rick-sha:

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O drink to the men who have Gone Ashore
(I'spect they're drinkin' some).

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Half a dozen men on the Mess Room floor,
Six good men with their throats all sore
Drinkin' to the men who have Gone Ashore
(Both of 'em married- O dear, O Lor!)
Yo ho for a bottle o' rum!

William Mc Fee

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It was an ancient sailor man who told the tale to

me,

A bearded, ear-ringed mariner, who sunned him on

the quay

Beside the white-sailed Flying Cloud, the ship of Faerie.

"Oh, maids are sweet in Dunedin, and loving in Bombay,

But all of them are nowt to me, for all the night and

day

I hear my little mermaid's song and dare not turn away!

"It was upon a summer morn, upon the Indian

sea,

The captain called me aft to him, and said to me, says he,

'We'll heave to by that island, the Isle of Otherie.

"You'll take the longboat and the casks and seek fresh water, son;

We'll let the crew e'en stretch their legs and have a little fun;

The nags are full of beans, and we'll just let the rascals run!'

"So when we came to Otherie we backed a topsail

then;

I left the captain, cook and boy, and took my jolly

men,

I tell you, it was good to set our feet on earth again!

"Some climbed the trees and flung down nuts for sport upon their pals,

Some turned right in and slept like dogs, with waking intervals,

And some few grouched and cursed because they couldn't see no gals.

“We filled our casks with water, and then I took a walk.

I like to go a-swimming where there are none to

gawk;

But turning 'round a corner, I came upon a rock.

"There sat a youthful mermaid, all pink and white and neat!

Her riggin' — what there was of it!

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She wore her own bright hair, my lad, and smiled

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"I stood like one dumfoundered

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She says, 'My merry sailor-boy!' and stretched a hand so free.

So down I plumps to hear her sing, all by the tropic

sea.

"She combed and brushed her golden hair and sang most sweetly there,

I sat alongside worshipful - we were a happy

pair!

Till of a sudden from the ship I heard a wrathful blare.

"Ahoy, there, men!' the captain cried, "You've had your run ashore!'

I sat like one possessed, for from the sea there came a roar,

And, rising from the foam, I saw what haunts me evermore!

"It was my mermaid's mother, and furious was

she!

She scolded darling daughter, and her language it was free,

But daughter laughed and bade her hush, and leaped into the sea.

"Before she leaped, I caught at her and kissed her on the cheek.

She was quite plump and soft to touch, but had a fishy reek.

But never mortal maiden's lips were half so fair to seek!

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