POE TRY.

I.

NORTH and South and home again

Round the world and all, From Barry Dock to Callao, From Limehouse to Bengal, Where'er the old "Red Duster" flies, Where'er a ship can swing, Where'er an English hand's at work You'ld hear their chorus ring, Refrain.

Oh! its "Frisco Town" for anchor up, " Rio " for mains'l haul, As soldiers know their bugle-notes We knew them one and all.

"Leave her, Johnny, as we go," "Missouri" or "Black Ball," Take your time from the chantynaan !

All together ! Haul !

They cheered us beating off the Horn, Close-reefed for stress of sea, Or racing on the homeward slant, The trade-wind following free.

And when the sea-fog walled us in With naught but smell to guide, Their chorus echoed back again From icebergs over-side.

Refrain.

Oh! it's "Stormalong " and " Ranzo, bop," "Paddy Doyle" and all, (Gipsies of the deep-sea trade Hearken to the call !) One man's song is ten men's work At winch or sheet or fall, Take your time from the chantyman !

All together! Haul !

Their music's falling silent DOW; We'll never hear again The white-winged Swansea copper-boats Ring to the old refrain.

The sea's a-chock with steam and speed From Melbourne to the Bay, And sailor-men and sailor-songs Are out of date to-day.

• Aurzoies Norz.—A chanty is a doggerel metre " chanted " (whence the name) by sailors to give unison to a pall upon a rope. The " chantyman" was an important personage in the fo'castle of an old-time " wind-jamtner."

Oh! 'twas "Whisky, boys," and "Blow him down," And "Haul the bowline, haul " Rough and harsh and raw with brine, But oh, how clear the call I The world is fair, the seas are wide, And England's all too small."

Take your time from the chantyman !

All together ! Haul!

J. H. KNIGHT-ADKIN.