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Captain Stratton's Fancy
The merry skylarks soar and sing,
And seem to Heaven very near— Who knows what blessed inns they see, What holy drinking songs they hear ? O, 'tis up in the morning early, When the dew is on the grass, And St. John's bell rings for matins, And St. Mary's rings for mass !
The mushrooms may be priceless pearls
A queen has lost beside the stream, But rum is melted rubies when It turns the milk to golden cream ! O, 'tis up in the morning early, When the dew is on the grass, And St. John's bell rings for matins, And St. Mary's ring for mass! |
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CAPTAIN STRATTON'S FANCY
By John Masefield
Oh some are fond of red wine and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight; But rum alone's the tipple, and the heart's delight Of the old, bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of
French, And some'll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench ; But I'm for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench, Says the old, bold mate of Henry Morgan.
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