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John Masefield - A Night At Dago Tom`s
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Oh yesterday, I t`ink it was, while cruisin` down the street,
I met with Bill. — "Hullo," he says, "let`s give the girls a treat."
We`d red bandanas round our necks `n` our shrouds new rattled down,
So we filled a couple of Santy Cruz and cleared for Sailor Town.

We scooted south with a press of sail till we fetched to a caboose,
The "Sailor`s Rest," by Dago Tom, alongside "Paddy`s Goose."
Red curtains to the windies, ay, `n` white sand to the floor,
And an old blind fiddler liltin` the tune of "Lowlands No More."

He played the "Shaking of the Sheets" `n` the couples did advance,
Bowing, stamping, curtsying, in the shuffling of the dance;
The old floor rocked and quivered, so it struck beholders dumb,
`N` afterwards there was sweet songs `n` good Jamaikey rum.

`N` there was many a merry yarn of many a merry spree
Aboard the ships with royals set a-sailing on the sea,
Yarns of the hooker Spindrift, her as had the clipper-bow, &mdash
"There ain`t no ships," says Bill to me, "like that there hooker now."

When the old blind fiddler played the tune of "Pipe the Watch Below,"
The skew-eyed landlord dowsed the glim and bade us "stamp `n` go,"
`N` we linked it home, did Bill `n` I, adown the scattered streets,
Until we fetched to Land o` Nod atween the linen sheets.
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