by county folk i left the old three at the islands of the that route is barred to you ll never lift again our purple painted or the keeps of spain they re just beyond the er so far you in a ram you damn you with a brace of swing round your aching search light � show no haven s peace ay blow your shrieking to the deaf seas boom out the dripping oil bags to skin the deep s � but you aren t a knot the nearer to the islands of the and when you re crippled with broken bridge and rail on a of dead convictions to hold you head to gale calm as the flying from to dressed you ll see the old three for the islands of the you ll see her canvas in silver spread you ll hear the long drawn thunder her leaping figure head while far so far above you her tall shine by wind or weather like the candles round a shrine down � down and she to a speck with noise of pleasant music and dancing on her deck all s well � all s well aboard her � she s dropped you far behind with a scent of old world roses through the fog that ties you blind her crew are or j her port is all to make you re by truth and science and you steam for steaming s sake well up your engines � you know your business best � she s taking tired people to the islands of the an american the american spirit speaks if the led call it a strike or the papers call it a war they know not much what i am like nor what he is my through many roads by me possessed he forth in guise he is the and the jest and he the text himself applies the is in his heart and hand the is in his brain and nerve where planned he guards the s dry reserve his easy hearth he from to till out by friends he at on the stoop i american calm eyed he at sword and crown or panic blinded and he bids the world bow down or a of praise or sombre drunk at mine and he his dreary brethren kings his hands are black with blood his heart leaps as a babe s at little things but through the shift of mood and mood mine ancient humour him whole � the devil in his blood that bids him mock his hurrying soul that bids him the law he makes that bids him make the law he till dazed by many doubts he wakes the guns that � have no doubts that him foolish hot and fond that through his deepest ire that the of his but the goal of his desire n american shrill the mirth that leaves him careless mid his dead the scandal of the elder earth how shall he clear himself how reach our bar or weighed defence prefer � a brother with alien speech and lacking all which knowledge him a space but while reproof around him rings he turns a keen face home to the instant need of things he th embarrassed gods nor fears to shake the iron hand of fate or match with destiny for he rules vast � and in the teeth of all the schools i � i shall save him at the last the mary i ve paid for your fancies i ve humoured your whim � dick it s your � dying you ve got to listen to him good for a fortnight am i the doctor told you he lied i shall go under by morning and put that nurse outside never seen death yet well now is your time to learn and you ll wish you held my record before it comes to your turn not counting the line and the the yards and the village too i ve made myself and a million but i m damned if i made you master at two and twenty and married at twenty three � � ten thousand men on the pay roll and forty at sea fifty years between em and every year of it fight and now i m sir dying a for i with his royal � what was it the papers a had not least of our merchant princes that s me your didn t begin with took my job and i stuck and i took the chances they wouldn t an now they re calling it luck lord what boats i ve handled � rotten and and old ran em or � opened the cock precisely as i was told that ud bind you crazy and that ud turn you gray and a big fat lump of to cover the risk on the way the others they t do it they said they valued their life they ve served me since as went and i took my wife i � over the world i drove em married at and your mother saving the money and making a man of me i was content to be master but she said there was better behind she took the chances i wouldn t and i followed your mother blind she me to borrow the money an she helped me clear the loan when we bought half shares in a cheap un and hoisted a flag of our own and on credit and living the lord knew how we started the red ox � we ve thirty now and those were the days of and the were and we knew we were making our fortune but she died in by the little as you come to the union bank � and we dropped her in fourteen i pricked it off where she sank owners we were full owners and the boat was for her and she died 