John Marr and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 86 pages of information about John Marr and Other Poems.
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John Marr and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 86 pages of information about John Marr and Other Poems.

Ere yet, long ago, we were spliced, Bonny Blue,
(Silvery it gleams down the moon-glade o’ time,
Ah, sugar in the bowl and berries in the prime!)
Coxswain I o’ the Commodore’s crew,—­
Under me the fellows that manned his fine gig,
Spinning him ashore, a king in full fig. 
Chirrupy even when crosses rubbed me,
Bridegroom Dick lieutenants dubbed me. 
Pleasant at a yarn, Bob o’ Linkum in a song,
Diligent in duty and nattily arrayed,
Favored I was, wife, and fleeted right along;
And though but a tot for such a tall grade,
A high quartermaster at last I was made.

All this, old lassie, you have heard before,
But you listen again for the sake e’en o’ me;
No babble stales o’ the good times o’ yore
To Joan, if Darby the babbler be.

Babbler?—­O’ what?  Addled brains, they
    forget! 
O—­quartermaster I; yes, the signals set,
Hoisted the ensign, mended it when frayed,
Polished up the binnacle, minded the helm,
And prompt every order blithely obeyed. 
To me would the officers say a word cheery—­
Break through the starch o’ the quarter-deck
    realm;
His coxswain late, so the Commodore’s pet. 
Ay, and in night-watches long and weary,
Bored nigh to death with the navy etiquette,
Yearning, too, for fun, some younker, a cadet,
Dropping for time each vain bumptious trick,
Boy-like would unbend to Bridegroom Dick. 
But a limit there was—­a check, d’ ye see: 
Those fine young aristocrats knew their degree.

Well, stationed aft where their lordships
    keep,—­
Seldom going forward excepting to sleep,—­
I, boozing now on by-gone years,
My betters recall along with my peers. 
Recall them?  Wife, but I see them plain: 
Alive, alert, every man stirs again. 
Ay, and again on the lee-side pacing,
My spy-glass carrying, a truncheon in show,
Turning at the taffrail, my footsteps retracing,
Proud in my duty, again methinks I go. 
And Dave, Dainty Dave, I mark where he
    stands,
Our trim sailing-master, to time the high-noon,
That thingumbob sextant perplexing eyes and
    hands,
Squinting at the sun, or twigging o’ the moon;
Then, touching his cap to Old Chock-a-Block
Commanding the quarter-deck,—­“Sir, twelve
    o’clock.”

Where sails he now, that trim sailing-master,
Slender, yes, as the ship’s sky-s’l pole? 
Dimly I mind me of some sad disaster—­
Dainty Dave was dropped from the navy-roll! 
And ah, for old Lieutenant Chock-a-Block—­
Fast, wife, chock-fast to death’s black dock! 
Buffeted about the obstreperous ocean,
Fleeted his life, if lagged his promotion. 
Little girl, they are all, all gone, I think,
Leaving Bridegroom Dick here with lids that
    wink.

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