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Last Chantey

      "And There Was No More Sea."

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      Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim,

       Calling to the angels and the souls in their degree:

       "Lo! Earth has passed away

       On the smoke of Judgment Day.

       That Our word may be established shall We gather up the sea?"

       Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners:

       "Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee!

       But the war is done between us,

       In the deep the Lord hath seen us—

       Our bones we'll leave the barracout', and God may sink the sea!"

       Then said the soul of Judas that betrayèd Him:

       "Lord, hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me?

       How once a year I go

       To cool me on the floe,

       And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the sea!"

       Then said the soul of the Angel of the Off-shore Wind:

       (He that bits the thunder when the bull-mouthed breakers flee):

       "I have watch and ward to keep

       O'er Thy wonders on the deep,

       And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!"

       Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners:

       "Nay, but we were angry, and a hasty folk are we!

       If we worked the ship together

       Till she foundered in foul weather,

       Are we babes that we should clamour for a vengeance on the sea?"

       Then said the souls of the slaves that men threw overboard:

       "Kennelled in the picaroon a weary band were we;

       But Thy arm was strong to save,

       And it touched us on the wave,

       And we drowsed the long tides idle till Thy Trumpets tore the sea."

       Then cried the soul of the stout Apostle Paul to God:

       "Once we frapped a ship, and she laboured woundily.

       There were fourteen score of these,

       And they blessed Thee on their knees,

       When they learned Thy Grace and Glory under Malta by the sea."

       Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners,

       Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily:

       "Our thumbs are rough and tarred,

       And the tune is something hard—

       May we lift a Deep-sea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?"

       Then said the souls of the gentlemen-adventurers—

       Fettered wrist to bar all for red iniquity:

       "Ho, we revel in our chains

       O'er the sorrow that was Spain's;

       Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters of the sea!"

       Up spake the soul of a gray Gothavn 'speckshioner—

       (He that led the flinching in the fleets of fair Dundee):

       "Ho, the ringer and right whale,

       And the fish we struck for sale,

       Will Ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow in the sea?"

       Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners,

       Crying: "Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor lea!

       Must we sing for evermore

       On the windless, glassy floor?

       Take back your golden fiddles and we'll beat to open sea!"

       Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea up to Him,

       And 'stablished his borders unto all eternity,

       That such as have no pleasure

       For to praise the Lord by measure,

       They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea.

       Sun, wind, and cloud shall fail not from the face of it, Stinging, ringing spindrift, nor the fulmar flying free; And the ships shall go abroad To the glory of the Lord Who heard the silly sailor-folk and gave them back their sea!

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      King Solomon drew merchantmen,

       Because of his desire

       For peacocks, apes, and ivory,

       From Tarshish unto Tyre:

       With cedars out of Lebanon

       Which Hiram rafted down,

       But we be only sailormen

       That use in London town.

      Coastwise—cross-seas—round the world and back again— Where the flaw shall head us or the full Trade suits— Plain-sail—storm-sail—lay your board and tack again— And that's the way we'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!

      We bring no store of ingots,

       Of spice or precious stones,

       But that we have we gathered

       With sweat and aching bones:

       In flame beneath the tropics,

       In frost upon the floe,

       And jeopardy of every wind

       That does between them go.

       And some we got by purchase,

       And some we had by trade,

       And some we found by courtesy

       Of pike and carronade,

       At midnight, 'mid-sea meetings,

       For charity to keep,

       And light the rolling homeward-bound

       That rode a foot too deep.

       By sport of bitter weather

       We're walty, strained, and scarred

       From the kentledge on the kelson

       To the slings upon the yard.

       Six oceans had their will of us

       To carry all away—

       Our galley 's in the Baltic,

       And our boom 's in Mossel Bay!

       We've floundered off the Texel,

       Awash with sodden deals,

       We've slipped from Valparaiso

       With the Norther at our heels:

       We've ratched beyond the Crossets

       That tusk the Southern Pole,

       And dipped our gunnels under

       To the dread Agulhas roll.

       Beyond all outer charting

       We sailed where none have sailed,

       And saw the land-lights burning

       On islands none have hailed;

      

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