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When the pipes set up their drone, When the sharp-edged knives are thrown, When the red-hot coals are shown, To be swallowed by-and-by Arr'e, Brethren, here come I!
Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun, Search me well and watch me close! Tell me how my tricks are done Tell me how the mango grows?
Give a man who is not made
To his trade
Swords to fling and catch again,
Coins to ring and snatch again,
Men to harm and cure again,
Snakes to charm and lure again
He'll be hurt by his own blade,
By his serpents disobeyed,
By his clumsiness bewrayed,
By the people laughed to scorn
So 'tis not with juggler born!
Pinch of dust or withered flower, Chance-flung nut or borrowed staff, Serve his need and shore his power, Bind the spell or loose the laugh!
THE NORTH SEA PATROL
1914-18
"HERE the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every
morning,
And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole, I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoyable life does one
lead on the North Sea Patrol!