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New Zealand Listener, Volume 12, Issue 297, 2 March 1945, Page 18

Drake Changes Direction (Written for "The Listener" by JACK POINT ) 'DRAKE is going West, lads. He's been going West for years: Were just 8 little tired of the Same old song; Trolled by a baritone loud and strong; Or else by a basso with his voice in his vest Telling uS again how Drake is going West. Now Dreke must be tired of the same old trip, Sailing ever westward in his tiny ship. We wouldn't be surprised to hear him up and say "Blow the West, my bonny boysl Let' $ 80 the other wayl" Oh, w8 11 sail the other way , other way. Oh, we 11 gail the other way , other way. We're sick of the West So we'11 give it 8 rest, And we'11 sail the other way: DRAKE is going East, lad. Youd like to 80, would you? You11 find it very different in Eastern seas; There' $ another sort of smell about an Eastern breeze. There are Burma girls a-smokin' out in Mandalay, And if you get to Bali you will want to stay. Punkah willi willi ah mah jong This is 8 silly silly sort of song: It' $ bad to stay in the East too long So we'11 89 once more a-roving: DRAKE is going North, lad. You d like to g0, would you? We'd like to warn you, laddy, that it snows and snows, And there' $ nobody to talk to but the Eskimos: And the Polar Bears, The Polar Bears, The Polar Bears will Bet you if you don t look out! Bewarel Beware Of the frisky Polar Bearl For cold raw fish Is his daily dish, And there isn' t the variety That he would wish: Look outl Look out If a Polar Bear' $ aboutl For a fresh little, tubby little sairor boy Is just what 8 Polar Bear would most enjoy Bewarel Bewarel VISITORS ARE REQUESTED NOT To TEASE THE ANIMALS: DRAKE is going South, lad, You d like to 80, would you? It' s a happy sort of hunting ground as we ve heard tell, Where the palm trees sway and beckon to the slow sea swell And daily, The ukulele Keeps a rippling obbligato to the plop, plop, plop Of the coconuts a-falling from the top, top, top Of the palms, Of the palms, Of the sun-kissed feathery palms. NovS; Drake has boxed the compass Sing ho, Iny lads, sing hol He 5 sailed in all directions And there' $ nowhere else to 80. So now we re rolling homewards KConpafe] (Observe our winding wake ) And Plymouth soon will see uS At bowls with Francis Drake.