Processed by Tom Harris. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Harris,
who loved poetry, and scanned from her own copy of the book.





Collected Poems 1897 - 1907
by
Henry Newbolt

To Thomas Hardy





Drake's Drum

Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,
An' dreamin' arl the time O' Plymouth Hoe.
Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships,
Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' heel-an'-toe,
An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin',
He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago.

Drake he was a Devon man, an' rüled the Devon seas,
(Capten, art tha' sleepin' there below?)