UC-NRLF $B 27 fl m fi The "Ballad of the " Royal Jinn " THE BALLAD OF THE "ROYAL ANN." By Crosbig Garstitt. BYWA YS ROUND HELICON By I. A. Williams. DOWN HERE THE HAW- THORN. By Thomas Moult. REYNARD THE FOX. By John Masefield. RIGHT ROYAL. By John Masefield. LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN 1922 To Fryn and Stella Tennyson Jesse i20x:.-l Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/balladofroyalannOOgarsrich ACKNOWLEDGMENT Eighteen of these verses have appeared in Punch, others in The Spectator and the Windsor Magazine. I am indebted to the Proprietors and Editors, and also to Mr. Fisher Unwin, for kindly giving me permission to reprint. CONTENTS. PAGE THE BALLAD OF THE ** ROYAL ANN " ... I THE MOOR STREAM l8 THE FAIR 20 A CORNISH LULLABY 23 A CORNISH COTTAGE 2$ THE REEFS 27 maiden's BOWER ROCKS 32 OLD WOMAN^S HOUSE ROCK 35 HARD LEWIS ROCK 38 GEORGE PETERS ROCK 4I SPANISH LEDGES 44 THE SEA-LIGHTS 47 A BALLAD OF ROADS ... ... 49 PRAIRIE SONG 52 THE HOMESTEADER 54 THE COW-PONY 56 THE TRANSPORT RIDER 60 THE OWLD LAD 61 TRIOLET SERENADE 62 TRIOLET 63 SUNWARD ... ... ... 64 [V] DOWN CHANNEL 66 MAGIC • 67 CALLAO 68 AT ANCHOR 70 ALCHEMY 71 PORTS 74 NEW DRAFT . 76 TO A REGIMENT OF HORSE . • 78 CHEMIN DES DAMES ... 80 OLD SOLDIERS 82 THE HAIRIES 8s A BALLAD OF BATTLBS . 89 The "Ballad of the I. John Bassett stood in Bideford, A drummer stood beside, '' Oh, who will man my ship of marque That swims the Severn tide ? And see strange brutes and birds and fruits And win an Indian bride?" The ballad of the " 7^^/ oinn " 2. ** Oh, who will man the * Royal Ann ' Of full four hundred tons, Furnished with pikes and musketoons, And eight and forty guns ? Oh high she is and dry she is. And hke a hind she runs." 3. John Bassett beat the Bristol quays With hautboys and with drums, The seamen left their tavern loves And followed through the slums. *^ Who comes to sack a tall carrack," John Bassett cried, '* Who comes ?" 4. ** Who comes to sack the treasure ships That bear the wealth of Spain ? Who comes to take the golden ports That front the Spanish Main, And spoil their gear, and have good cheer When he rolls home again ? " [2] The Hallad of the " %oyal oinn " The seamen came from Bideford, They came from Bristol quays, They set their rummers down, and shook The wenches from their knees. ** Oh, we will hew a path with you Into the golden seas/' From King's Road hard by Avonmouth Set forth the '* Royal Ann," Madeira's isle went down astern, And the steady Trades began To swell her pale half-moons of sail, And like a hind she ran. And proud she stepped and swift she swept, Her bow wave creamed and purred. She passed the peak of Teneriffe, The Islands of Cape Verde. Into the blue south-west she flew Winged like a snow-white bird. [3] The ballad of the " "^oyal ^nn " 8. They had not come but seven days Into the Carrib Sea When the watch made hail, ^* I spy a sail Close-hauled upon our lee. Her quarters glow with gilt and oh A galleon is she ! " 9. ** Brail up the mizzen 1 " Bassett cried, ** Veer ship and give her chase. Shake the top gallants out, my hearts, To come with her apace. Ho ! Bo'sun, set the splinter net And each man in his place." 10. '* Ho Gunner, see the linstocks served. The round-top fowlers manned. Pile high each rack with ball, and stack The rammers at your hand. By Christ the Lord I'll lay aboard Or come no more to land ! " [4] The 'Ballad of the " %oyal ^nn " II. They had not chased but glasses three When they heard her trumpets shout. The flag of Spain broke at the main As she luffed and went about. She hung and filled, her whistles shrilled And a broadside thundered out. 12. John Bassett laughed, '' So ho, so ho, The gilded beldame stings ! Shiver her masts with langrel blasts And tear her cloth to strings. She will not dance so gay perchance When I have nipped her wings." / / 13. He brought her foremast by the board, And loudly cheered the crew. He ran athwart her hawse, and raked Her foc^sle through and through. Then hauled away his leaks to stay, And came at her anew. [5] The "Ballad of the '' "Royal ^nn " 14. The gunners sponged their pieces out And hammered at their marks. The round shot bit, the splinters ht And whirled in flaming arcs. And as men died, straight overside They hove them to the sharks. IS. John Bassett to the pilot turned, " Lay me aboard," said he, ** Grapple her rail, and lash her fast. Ann Royals follow me. Blow trumpets, blow, and up we go Pride of the West Countree ! " 16. They poured aboard her at the waist And sore the Spaniards pressed, The captain stood upon the poop. In silver armour dressed. John Bassett's sword bore down his guard And bit into his breast. [6] The "Ballad of the " "Royal ^nn " 17. Great plunder had they from that prize, Raw gold in massy bars, Sugar, and spice, and indigo. And wine, a hundred jars. They picked her bare and left her there. Red-blazing to the stars. 18. Into a still lagoon they came At boat-tow through the calms, And there they set their wounded out On a little isle of palms. To lie at ease beneath the trees, And mend them of their harms. 19. And there they did the ship careen, And scoured her fouling keel. And tallowed well her strakes and wales " To grease," they said, *^ her heel." Patched there and here, and rove new gear, And whet their boarding steel. [7] The "Ballad of the " "Royal ^nn " 20. From dawn to dark they plugged and caulked The battered picaroon, But when the purple tropic night Swept down that still lagoon, They went ashore to drink and whore, And dance, beneath the moon. 21. The moon was new, the moon she grew And twice did ripe and wane Before the '* Royal Ann" was trim And the sick eased of their pain. Then they filled the butts, and burnt the huts, And towed to sea again. 22. For twenty months the ** Royal Ann " Unceasing plied her trade. Two lean black galleys sailed beside To scout and lend her aid. They swept the Main, a hurricane Of shot and flame and blade. [8] The Ballad of the ^^ Royal Ann " 23. John Bassett smelt the Devon spring The warm red Devon loam. John Bassett dreamed of his true love Amid the orchards* foam. '*One plunder more, but one/' he swore '' And rU go get me home." 24. San Marco is a pleasant place With bells upon its towers, With caballeros in its streets And donas in its bowers, Who take the air upon the Square In the sweet evening hours. 25. San Marco is a haughty place With ship-ways all a-hum. With companies of musketeers That march to tap o' drum ; And there in packs on llama backs The Aztec treasures come. [9] The Ballad of the ^^ Royal Ann " 26, San Marco is a holy place It hath a bishop's care ; A triple-domed cathedral broods Upon the teeming Square ; A Virgin stands with outstretched hands Above the altar there. 27. John Bassett to San Marco came While all San Marco slept, In from the sea, with muffled oars, His stealthy long-boats crept. Each following each, till on the beach The grating kelsons leapt. 28. John Bassett stabbed the drowsy guards And swung their cannon round ; He caught the soldiers in their beds And made their sleep more sound. The bishop crawled, and wept and bawled And him they kicked and bound. [10] The Ballad of the " Royal Ann '' 29. The seamen sacked the magazines Of all their goodly store ; They prised the flags for money bags Beneath the bishop's floor. They left the rich without a stitch, Then tortured them for more. 30. And up and down the shrieking town Went Bassett's privateers They dragged the women out, and tore The earrings from their ears. And, mad for gold, stripped young and old, E'en dead men on their biers. 31. Into the dark cathedral burst The crazed marauder bands. They saw the Virgin stand above. And the jewels on her hands. Oh bright they flashed ! all fire-besplashed From the tarred and flaming brands. [II] B The Ballad of the " Royal Ann " 32. They leapt aloft like raving dogs, And brought her crashing down. They ripped the gleaming brooches oft Her stift* embroidered gown ; Her great pearl strings, and finger rings, Her gem encrusted crown. 33. Three days they held San Marco town With culverin and sword, While the '' Royal Ann " lay off" the bar, And took the spoils aboard, And each man drank until he sank Awash before the Lord. 34. Three days they bode, but on the fourth They took the morning tide. The ** Royal Ann " stood out to sea The galleys close beside. Their trumpets blew, their pennons flew Dawn-flushed and crimson dyed. [12] The Ballad of the ^^ Royal Ann " 35. They doused their top-sails to St. Mark's And fired a parting gun. The yonkers on the yard-arms cheered To see the Spaniards run. The mainsails swelled. Due East they held Toward the rising sun. 36. Right gallantly they put to sea, And then the wind did pass, The high sun beat upon the fleet From a dome of burnished brass. Their bells tolled as they dipped and rolled On a sea of molten glass. 37. The sun went down behind the coast. Night draped them with her pall. There in the dark, each drunken bark Rolled till her masts would fall Snapping the shrouds. Dawn came with clouds, But came no wind at all. [13] The Ballad of the ^^ Royal Ann '' 38. The yards they creaked, the rats they squeaked Among the straining beams ; The tackles jerked, the timbers worked The caulkings from their seams, The men lay stretched, and groaned, and retched. Or raved in dreadful dreams. 39. The red sun came belted in flame, Oh blinding bright he shone ! The swell writhed like a stricken beast, A slimy swell and wan. But no wind stirred, night came, the third. And still the roll went on. 40. On the third night, a dazzling light Flared out full suddenly. It swept towards the tumbling ships, Pausing between the three. And the pale Virgin of St. Mark's Rose dripping from the sea. [14] The Ballad of the " Royal Ann '' 41. Between those black and bloody hawks, She, like a silver dove, Hung in a blaze of golden rays That drenched her from above, And in her face did Bassett trace The sad eyes of his love. 42. The blocks they clapped, the halyards slapped, The ships they dipped and rolled, But never a seaman made a sound, They were no longer bold. Their brows were wet with a trickling sweat Of terror, deathly cold. 43. In a poor shift the Virgin stood. Salt drops ran from its hem, Her head was bare to the night air, Bare of its diadem. And as they gazed in awe, she raised Her dripping hands to them. [15] The Ballad of the ^' Royal Ann '' 44. Then loud the ancient pilot cried, ** She pleadeth for her own. Give back, give back the gems ye stole. Make haste ye to atone. Else here v^e stay till Judgment day. Rotted to blackened bone." 45. They took the gem-encrusted crown And placed it in a boat. Her finger-rings, the great pearl strings Torn from her lily throat. Into the stark, engulfing dark They watched the pinnace float. 46. And suddenly the beam was gone. Gone was the vision too. But the stars came out across the sky Like a drift of silver dew, A sweet wind stirred, the bow-wave purred, As the great sails filled and drew. C16] The Ballad of the ^^ Royal Ann " 47. The seamen on John Bassett cried, ** Captain, a breeze, a breeze ! Let us begone upon our course, Out of these cursed seas ! " But the captain stayed — as though he prayed — Stone-dead upon his knees. [17] The 3Ioor Stream (Lamorna.) Wind-borne his summons came for her Where on the moors she lay. Dawn set the world aflame for her And swept the stars away. She heard the Sea's voice swell again, ** Oh come my own, my sweet ! " She trembled with its spell again And sped her crystal feet. And now by reedy valley-ways She hastens to his calls. By willow-latticed alley-ways And creaming waterfalls. The choirs of linnets trill to her, ''Oh little bride, good-bye!" The blackbird bugles shrill to her From out the April sky. [18] The 3^oor Stream Sun-sparkling, and a-quiver she Comes dancing from above, With silver bells a-shiver, she Runs laughing to her love. And long he sings and strong he sings, His thundrous music fills The valley, and the song he sings Rolls up the golden hills. [19] The Fair Look up ! my child ; the sirens whoop Shrill invitations to the Fair, The gaudy swing-boats soar and swoop, The Gavioli organs blare ; Bull-throated showmen, bracken-brown, Compete to shout each other down. Behold the booths of gingerbread ! Of nougat and of peppermints. The stall of toys, where overhead Balloons of gay translucent tints Float on the breeze, and drift and sway ; Fruit of a fairy vine are they. Within this green, fantastic grot Bright coloured balls are danced and spun On jets C* 'Ere Lovey, 'ave a shot' "), A gipsy lady tends a gun, A very rose of gipsy girls. With earrings glinting in her curls. [20] The Fair Will marvels cease ? This humble booth Enshrines a dame of royal birth, Princess Badroulboudour, forsooth, The fattest princess on the earth. Come, we will stand where kings have stood, And you shall pinch her — if you're good. The brasses gleam, the mirrors flash, How splendid is the Round-About I The organ brays, the cymbals clash, The spotted horses bound about Their whirling platform, full of beans, And country girls ride by like queens. Professor Battling Bendigo (Ex ten-stone champion of the West) Parades the stage before his show. And swells his biceps and his chest ; " Is England's man'ood dead and gone ? " He asks, ** Won't no one take me on ? " A big drum booms, revolvers crack ; Who is this hero that appears, [21] The Fair A scarlet tunic on his back, His whiskers curling round his ears ? 'Tis he who drew the jungle's sting, Diabolo, the Lion King. Within are birds beyond belief. And creatures colourful and quaint ; Lean dingoes weighed with secret grief, And monkey humorists who ain't, Bears, camels, pards. . . . Look up, my dear The wonders of the world are here I [22] raft (Pleogstreet, April, 19 15.) The mausers snapped, Machine-guns rapped. The field-guns flashed and battered like some crazy tropic storm. And they hailed, ** What cheer, Recruity ! Have you come to do your duty ? Did your sweetheart kiss you on the mouth and your mother wrap you warm ? " The rockets flared, A searchlight stared, And showed the dead men hanging limp across the rusty wire. It winked. *' They're getting fruity, So I think me bold Recruity, You'd best not look on them too long on your first night under fire." !?{ey9 Draft The star-shells drooped. The Five-nines whooped, And roared, ** Well nowyouVe got here and the songs and cheers are done. Set your teeth, dear young Recruity, And forget your home and beauty, For there's nothing now but you and us, stark Life and Death, my son." 177] To a Regiment of Horse ^^ Regi Adsumus Colonic (B.E.F., France.) The timber-wolves have bayed our fires Among the dark Alaskan pine. Our mule-bells rang in jangling choirs Along the Andes' naked spine. Our rifles broke Bambarta's spears And rolled the waves of impis back. Alberta saw us roping steers, And Queensland heard our stock-whips crack. Oh sturdily we used to plough, Where Aorangi's cloud-packs cling, Levuka knew our keels — but now The Colonies stand to the King. Our dog-teams breast the Dawson trail, But other voices whoop them on. [78] To a Regiment of Horse By Lotus isles our schooners sail, With stranger hands their helms upon. Our fields are waste, our fences rot, The wild-pig tramples through our cane, The Southern Cross shall find us not, The North Lights look for us in vain. For we, we saw the Flag unfurled. And heard immortal trumpets ring. Like God's own summons round the world. And we obeyed them, glorying. And now the trapper rides beside The palm-oil trader. Knee to knee. The stockman and the planter ride The crimson road to victory — Oh little land of hearts' desire, The earth is broad and fair to roam, What offer you but blood and fire ? Yet love has led our footsteps home. Ave ! High-held our sabres flame. Write this above us where we lie, '* Back from the wide world's ends]^they came And died, and were content to die." [79] Chemin des T)ames (France, July, 1917.) In silks and satins the ladies went Where the breezes sighed and the poplars bent, Taking the air of a Sunday morn Midst the red of poppies and gold of corn, Flowery ladies in gold brocades, With negro pages and serving maids. In scarlet coach, or in gilt sedan. With brooch and buckle and flounce and fan, Patch and powder and trailing scent. Under the trees the ladies went. Lovely ladies that gleamed and glowed. As they took the air on the Ladies' Road. Boom of thunder and lightning flash The torn earth rocks to the barrage crash : The bullets whine and the bullets sing From the mad machine-guns chattering ; [80] Chemin des Dames Black smoke rolling across the mud, Trenches plastered with flesh and blood. The blue ranks lock with the ranks of grey, Stab, and stagger, and sob, and sway ; The living cringe from the shrapnel bursts, The dying moan of their burning thirsts. Moan and die in the gulping slough — Oh, where are the butterfly ladies now ? [8iJ Old Soldiers (B.E.F., Nov., 1918.) They dug us down and earthed us in, their hasty shovels plying, Us, the poor dead of Oudenarde, Ramillies, Waterloo, We heard their drum-taps fading and their trumpet fanfares dying, As they marched away and left us in the dark and silence lying. Home-bound for happy England and the green fields that we knew. We slept. The seasons went their round. We did not hear the rover Winds in our coverlets of grass, the plough- shares tear the mould. We did not feel the bridal earth thrill to her April lover, [82] old Soldiers Nor hear the song of bees among the poppies and the clover, Shadow or sun to us were one and time went by untold. We woke. The soil about us shook to the long roll of thunder — War loose and making music on his crashing brazen gongs — The sharp hoof-beat, the thresh of feet stirred our old bones down under ; Wheels upon wheels ground overhead ; then with a throb of wonder, We heard the chant of Englishmen chanting their marching songs. Blood of our blood ! We heard them swing adown the teeming highways, As we swung once. We heard them shout ; we heard the jests they cast, And we dead men remembered them ; blue Junes in Devon byways. Women bereft, we loved and left, women with sweet and shy ways. [83] Old Soldiers These were their race I We strove to rise, but the strong clay held us fast. Year in, year out, along the roads the cease- less wagons clattered ; Listened we for an English voice ever, ever in vain ; Far in the west year out, year in, terrible thunders battered. Drumming the doom of whom ? of whom? — Hope in our hearts lay shattered. . . . Then we heard the lilt of Highland pipes and English songs again. On, ever on, we heard them press; their jaunty bugles blended Proudly and clear that we might hear, we dead men of old wars, How the red agony was passed and the long vigil ended. Now may we sleep in peace again, lapped in a vision splendid Of England's banners marching onwards, upwards to the stars. [84] The Hairies (France, Feb., 19 19.) We've carried Guards, Lancers, Hussars and Dragoons, We've tugged in the batteries, columns and trains. On pave that smoked under white summer noons, And tracks that washed out under black winter rains. We've shivered in standings hock-deep in the mud. With matted tails turned to the drift of the sleet. We've seen the bombs flash and been spattered with blood Of mates as they rolled, belly-ripped, at our feet. [85] The Hairies We've dragged ammunition up shell-smitten tracks, Round bottomless craters, through stump- littered woods, When the wagons gave out, took the load on our backs, And, somehow or other, delivered the goods. But the dread roads, the red roads will see us no more, It's England, chum, England for you and for me. The country-folk wave us as westwards we pour Down the jolly white highways that lead to the sea. So warp out your transportsand bear us away From the Yser and Somme, from the Ancre and the Aisne, From fire-blackened deserts of shell-pitted clay, And show us our Cotswolds and Chilterns again. [86] The Hairies Aye, show us Old England all silverand gold, With the flame o' the gorse and the flower o' the thorn, We long for lush meadowlands where we were foaled, And boast of great runs with the Belvoir and Quorn. The Brigadier s long-tailed Arabians glow At thoughts of a chukka with Hurlingham's cracks, The Colonel's mare, woman-like, pines for the Row, To amble again with the fashionable hacks. The pack-pony dreams of a primrosy combe, A leisurely life in a governess cart. Plum-cake and a bottle-nosed gardener- groom. The Clyde has a Wensleydale farm in his heart. WeVe plunging and whinnying, silly with bliss, [87] The Hairies Forgetting leg-weariness, terror and scars. Ye fair maids of England, Oh blow a soft kiss To the hairy old horses come home from the wars. [88] zA ballade of battles We read of old, heroic deeds, Clanging through Homer's wonder-lay, Of how bronze-harnessed warrior breeds Drave black ships through Aegean spray, And warred until their beards were gray, Because, forsooth, a princeling's glance Was bright and led a queen astray. Then was the flood-tide of Romance. Oh, for the rain-swept Cregy meads. When Edward's goose-quills bit their way Among King Philip's knights and steeds, Humbling their arrogant array. That was the game for men to play. To take a prize or snap a lance. To sack a town or bite the clay : Then was the flood-tide of Romance. [89] ^ ballade of battles The rapt imagination feeds On Rupert spurring plumed and gay, 'Gainst iron horsemen chanting creeds, While deep drums roll and trumpets bray. The thund'ring squadrons crash and sway ; Sword rings on sword, a radiance Of white steel whirls above the fray. Then was the flood-tide of Romance. Envoi. Prince of some peace-lapped latter day, Reading of our locked lines in France, Methinks you, in your turn, shall say — '* Then was the flood-tide of Romance." THE END. PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY WOODS & SONS, LTD., LONDON, N. I. UNIVEESITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY, BERKELEY THIS. 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