Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
A Croon on Hennacliff
By Robert Stephen Hawker (18031875)T
Unto his hungry mate,—
“Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven:
There be corpses six or eight.
Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper
Are wallowing in the sea:
So there ’s a savory supper
For my old dame and me.”
The shore hath wreckers bold;
Would rend the yelling seamen,
From the clutching billows hold.
Cawk! cawk! they ’d bound for booty
Into the dragon’s den:
And shout, for ‘death or duty,’
If the prey were drowning men.”
At the guess our grandame gave:
You might call them Boanerges,
From the thunder of their wave.
And mockery followed after
The sea-bird’s jeering brood:
That filled the skies with laughter,
From Lundy Light to Bude.
“I am fourscore years and ten,
Yet never in Bude Haven
Did I croak for rescued men.—
They will save the captain’s girdle,
And shirt, if shirt there be;
But leave their blood to curdle
For my old dame and me.”
Unto his hungry mate,—
“Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven:
There be corpses six or eight.
Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper
Are wallowing in the sea:
O, what a savory supper
For my old dame and me.”