POETRY.
SACRAMENTO.
'Fame° City's grand an' gay (Sacramento, Sacramento!) And the roaring night's as bright as day!
And many ships go, small an' great, In and out by the Golden Gate (And away 0! Sacramento !) Who was it called across the night ? (Sacramento, Sacramento!) What was it flashed so keen and bright P Who is it drives down 'Frisco tide With a six-inch blade deep in his side?
(And away 0! Sacramento!)
0 don't you see Blue Peter flying P
(Sacramento, Sacramento!) 0 don't you hear the good wind crying!? 0 don't you hear the capstan chorus And smell the open sea before us? P.
(And away 0! Sacramento!) We'll miss you, running casting down (Sacramento, Sacramento !) With a following wind from 'Frisco town ; We'll miss you beating off the Horn, One man less at the pumps forlorn (And away 0! Sacramento !) No more time to spend on grieving (Sacramento, Sacramento!) All because o' the man we're leaving!
The salt tides drift his drowned bones In and out o' the Farallones (And away 0! Sacramento!)
C. Fos SMITH.
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