JOHN MASEFIELD
Cay tain Str at torts Fancy
OH some are f ondof red wine, and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight. But rum alone 's the tipple, and the heart 's delight Of the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of
French,
And some'll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench, But I'm for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some arc for the lily, and some arc for the rose, But I am for the sugar-cane that in Jamaica grows, For it 's that that makes the bonny drink to warm my
copper nose, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of fiddles, and a song well spng, And some are all for music for to lilt upon the tongue; But mouths were made for tankards, and for sucking at
the bung, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of dancing, and some are fond of dice, And some are all for red lips, and pretty lasses' eyes; But a right Jamaica puncheon is a finer prize To the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some that 's good and godly ones they hold that it 's a sin To troll the jolly bowl around, and let the dollars spin; But I'm for toleration and for drinking at an inn, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
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