"THE ANCIENT MARINER"
We met at the bar, Of the Mariner's joy ! He gripped like a blacksmith And laughed like a boy. His hair was as white As the seagulls smooth breast His eyes the deep blue Of tihe ocean at rest . He l accepted my offer To splice the main brace Saying 'Rum always opens The hatch in my face.' I started seafaring When I was fifteen I am now e;ght-fivc And the years in bet wen Keep calling me back To the strenuous past Spent before and behind The old wind-jammer's mast. I can still pull an oar With the best in the boat And sail nautical rings Round some sailors afloat. In til.; north anil the south Polar seas I have sailed The ports of the East * And West Indies I've hailed. Now I am The. Sailor— Home from the sea. Another, I thank you kindly Pleasing you, pleases me; But that must be all For its like this you see When I sail homeward And lower my hook The wife makes me feel The same wreck that 1 look. H. SERGANfT.
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 86, Issue 7, 30 June 1944, Page 3
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185"THE ANCIENT MARINER" Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 86, Issue 7, 30 June 1944, Page 3
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