HE'S DEAD, 'N' THERE HE LIES.
JIB lay dead on the cluttered deck and stared _ at the cold skies. With' never a, friend to mourn, for him, nor a hand to close his eyes; "Bill, he's dead," was all they said; "he's dead, 'n' there lie lies." The mate came forward at seven bells, and swat across the rail: " Just lash him up wi' some holystone in' a ( clout 0' rotten sail, 'N\ rot ye, get a gait on ye, ye're slower '11 a bloody snail!" When the rising moon was a copper disc and the sea was a strip of steel We dumped him down to the swaying weeds ten fathom beneath the keel; "It's rough about Bill," the fo'c's'le said; " we'll have to stand his wheel."
-Prom Mr. Masefield's "Salt Water Ballads.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XL, Issue 12269, 13 May 1903, Page 3 (Supplement)
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