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Sir Francis Drake's Drum

Drake, he's in his hammock and a thousand miles away
Capten art thou sleepin there below
slung atween a round shot in Nombre Dios bay
and dreaming arl the time of Plymouth Hoe
yonder looms the island, yonder lie the ships
with sailors lads a dancin heel and toe
and the shore lights flashin and the night tide dashin
he sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago
Drake he was a Devon man and ruled the Devon seas
Capten art thou sleeping there below
rovin thro his death fells he went with heart at ease
and dreaming arl the time of Plymouth Hoe
take my drum to England hand et by the shore
strike et when your powders runin low
if the Dons sight Devon I'll quit the port of heaven
an drum them up the channel as we drummed them long ago
Drake he's in his hammock till the great aramda come
Capten art thou sleeping there below
slung atween the round shot listenin for the drum
and dreamin arl the time of Plymouth Hoe
call him on the deep sea call him on the sound
call him when ye sais to meet the foe
when the old trades plyin and the old flag flyin
they shall find him where and wakin as they found him long ago

--Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938)

Thanks to Ellis Golub, 202 Drakes Drum Drive, for the above