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They sacked the ships of London town,
They burned the ships of Rye and Cadiz,
They burned full many a city down;
A bloody trade the pirate's is.
But Theodore,
Though dripping gore,
Was always courteous to the ladies.
John Masefield, 1878-1967, "Theodore"
No I would not be an office-boy, in a clean and tidy sash,
With never a chance of more than a bob from out of the petty cash.
The days of ruling the scarlet lines, oh beautiful would they be,
But the cash is balanced each Friday night. That isn't the graft for me.
Nor I wouldn't be in a bank, mother; the sight of the brimming till
With its gold doubloons in glittering rolls would certainly make me ill
I should pine away in my youth, mother, my spirit would pine and chafe
At having nought but a single key to a seven-keyed patent safe...
John Masefield, 1878-1967, "Theodore to his Mother"
...that Masefield fellow truly hit his stride.
They burned the ships of Rye and Cadiz,
They burned full many a city down;
A bloody trade the pirate's is.
But Theodore,
Though dripping gore,
Was always courteous to the ladies.
John Masefield, 1878-1967, "Theodore"
No I would not be an office-boy, in a clean and tidy sash,
With never a chance of more than a bob from out of the petty cash.
The days of ruling the scarlet lines, oh beautiful would they be,
But the cash is balanced each Friday night. That isn't the graft for me.
Nor I wouldn't be in a bank, mother; the sight of the brimming till
With its gold doubloons in glittering rolls would certainly make me ill
I should pine away in my youth, mother, my spirit would pine and chafe
At having nought but a single key to a seven-keyed patent safe...
John Masefield, 1878-1967, "Theodore to his Mother"
...that Masefield fellow truly hit his stride.