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C J Dennis - Landlubbers
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I nigh drops dead (the bo`sun said)
   When the gist of things I grip
In the land by these `ere Southern seas
   As I seen on my long last trip.
They seems a joke, them curious folk
   Wot bides at the blue sea`s lip,
Whose wealth is made in a world-wide trade --
Landlubbers all wot seems afraid,
   For they ain`t got a deep-sea ship.

No, they ain`t got a deep-sea ship, they ain`t,
   For their `earts ain`t with the blue,
Tho` they claims the seed of the tough sea breed,
   Like Drake, an` me an` you.
On their isle sea-girt they farms the dirt
   Of a fertile coastal strip;
But they seems afraid of a sea-borne trade
An` the hauls their British fathers made,
   For they ain`t got a deep-sea ship.

Sea born an` bred (the bo`sun said)
   As man an` boy I been
Nigh every place on earth`s broad face,
   An` all the seas atween;
But I ne`er `ave spoke such curious folk
   As I seen on this `ere trip,
Who seeks for marts in furrin parts,
Yet for blue water have no hearts;
   For they ain`t got a deep-sea ship.

No, they ain`t got a deep-sea ship, they ain`t;
   An` it don`t seem like they care,
For they `ands the job to any ole yob
   Wot makes a landfall there.
In tramp an` tub they ships their grub --
   Aw, it fair gives me the pip!
They`ve wool an` wine, an` corn an` kine,
An` the carryin` trade would suit `em, fine,
   But they ain`t got a deep-sea ship!
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