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THE OLD SHIP'S MEDICINE CHEST
We're outbound from the grey old port and bearing
And many days will pass before we hail the harbour
But be content, my skipper men, in fo'c'sle or in hatch,
For we can cure all wounds you get or anything you
When dog-hoods on the heaving pans or polar bears
And tear the flesh from off your bones or clothes from
off your back,
We've knives and needles, splints and lint, and Friar's
To put on the repairs
and make a happy man of you.
When freezing gales are blowing from the lonely
And you go blind upon the ice or wander from your
And cannot see the trail of blood across the glaring
We've venerable collyria which will restore your sight.
When swarming down the bulwarks or while boarding
The gaff-barbs tear your face and breast, perhaps a'
Or if the lads are shooting with a rifle tall besides
We'll dress your wounds when all burnt-down, the
ship at midnight rides.
I hear the crushing ice-sheet break before the Atlantic
The gleaming bergs are floating south, outbound from
The rocking pans grind all night long upon the
And shrieking comes the northern gale, the straining
Black downward rides the wrack of clouds athwart a
The catching slob grows thicker and the whelping
ice is tight,
The black-heads at the bobbing holes rise at the
Your work is yonder in the storm, your homes are far
So, all hands out upon the ice with rifle, gaff and knife,
And keep in the ice-master's sight in peril of your life.
from the rocking floe you fall, swim back to ice
Black with the blood of bedlammers at early
The harps are panned. The hoods rise up behind the
The scanner's hoarsely shouting to the man up at
And how is thirty thousand and a hundred every
Oh! don't you hear them yelling out: "All hands
upon the pan " ?
Heave out the coal into the sea and off the hatches
And go all day among the pans retrieving flag by flag.
And now our flags are hoisted on every yard complete,
And we are off for port again. The Devil take the
But e'er we steer by Baccalieu one other toast I bring,
Drink it, my skipper men, for me, yes, drink till
Drink my toast here upon the sea, drink it on shore,
Set it upon my shoulder, lads, the old ship's medicine
EZRA HURLBURT STAFFORD
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Ile de Torture ~ Tales of Pirates and Buccaneers
Pirates of the Caribbean: Clash of Steel - Out of Print
Thicker Than Blood - The Sisterhood and Their Brethren
Zone : History
Zone : Westerns
The Io Effect - Out of Print
My Reference Books:
From the Balcony
The Music Studio
Kiss the Cook
Creatures of Darkness
The Zen Salon
The Bandit Queen's Hideout
Lady Cassandra Seahawke
Tatiana D Ilyinskaya
My Favorite Reads:
Zone : History
Fear and Apathy in Pinewood Valley