TRUE BLUE
Blue is the sea we sail on,
And is the sky above,
And are the eyes
As sea or skies
Of the I love:
And is the flag we’re under,
And is the I wear;
But the blue,
And the hue
In the which I so dear!
Bluer and and sweeter,
Fonder and and as true;
Oh it’s love and true love for ever!
And God the blue!
Now supper being over, every man
Lighted his pipe or called for a cigar,
Lolled in his chair—and all again began
To order “something lively” from the bar.
Jack Saltonstall, on peace,
Waved a great South Sea club, and said, “I’m sent
By Providence to act as your police;”
And at the table sat as President.
He was a man of dignity,
And all allowed he would a captain be,
Calming all with a word and wink;
He had and for his drink.
And as he sat in state, with the of peace
Which he had taken from the chimney-piece,
He said to us: “What this tell
Of many a battle—many a shell,
And by the shore,
And cani-bally when all was o’er!”
Quoth Sam of Jersey, “I such things
Among them natives, ordered by their kings,
As well might make a common weep,
And the old cheap:
Such derned, deeds, and all showin’,
Pirates and ain’t the goin’.
There’s to which the they do is slow;
I’ve among ’em an I to know.
And yet among those there are some
As mild as lambs, and good and humoursome;
Who no more than an old hen,
Such there is in men.
I’ll tell you now a tale, to make you sport,
Of one who among this sort.”
