DRAKE'S DRUM

ROMANCE

I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room.
Where white flows the river and bright blows the

broom5
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body

white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near.
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear ! 10
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.

R. L. STEVENSON

DRAKE'S DRUM
DRAKE he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?),
Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,
An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships,
Wi' sailor-lads a-dancin5 heel-an'-toe,
An' the shore-lights flashing an3 the night-tide dashin',
He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago. 20
Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?),
Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease.
An' dreamin3 arl the time o3 Plymouth Hoe.
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