From Corvis the Nightterror
Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?
Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay.
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling,
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he’s gone far away!
Where are all the Beaulieu boys, that built the Agamemnon?
Let them lie ’neath waving grass, contented where they lay.
Swords and swinging riveters, their sounds will not be waking them,
Sink them in their hammocks, boys, they’ve gone far away!
Where is Captain Nelson now, that sailed the Agamemnon?
Fought and beat the Spanish crews in Cape St Vincent Bay —
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling,—
Broach the keg of brandy, boys, and send him far away!
Where are all the jolly tars, that crewed the Agamemnon?
Men for whom the carronades were less hard work than play.
Oak and iron blood were they, and every girl a darling,
Sink them in their hammocks, lads, they’ve gone far away!
Sing the shanty loud, my boys, we’ll rouse the Agamemnon!
Stamp it round her capstan and her anchor we will weigh.
Where are all the wooden walls, the cloud of sails a-bearing,
They’re foundered, sunk or broken, and they’ve gone far away!
Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?
Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay.
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling,
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he’s gone far away!