'Oh who will stay the sun's descent?' _King Joshua he is dead, my lord._ 'I need an hour to repent!' _'Tis what our sister said, my lord._ 'Oh do not slay me in my sins!' _You're safe awhile with us, my lord._ 'Nay, kill me ere my fear begins.' _We would not serve you thus, my lord._ 'Where is the doom that I must face?' _Three little leagues away, my lord._ 'Then mend the horses' laggard pace!' _We need them for next day, my lord._ 'Next day--next day! Unloose my cords!' _Our sister needed none, my lord. You had no mind to face our swords, And--where can cowards run, my lord?_ 'You would not kill the soul alive?' _'Twas thus our sister cried, my lord._ 'I dare not die with none to shrive.' _But so our sister died, my lord._ 'Then wipe the sweat from brow and cheek. _It runnels forth afresh, my lord._ 'Uphold me--for the flesh is weak.' _You've finished with the Flesh, my lord._ FRANKIE'S TRADE Old Horn to All Atlantic said: _(A-hay O! To me O!')_ 'Now where did Frankie learn his trade? For he ran me down with a three-reef mains'le.' _(All round the Horn!)_ Atlantic answered:--'Not from me! You'd better ask the cold North Sea, For he ran me down under all plain canvas.' _(All round the Horn!)_ The North Sea answered:--'He's my man, For he came to me when he began-- Frankie Drake in an open coaster. _(All round the Sands!)_ 'I caught him young and I used him sore, So you never shall startle Frankie more, Without capsizing Earth and her waters. _(All round the Sands!)_ 'I did not favour him at all. I made him pull and I made him haul-- And stand his trick with the common sailors. _(All round the Sands!)_ 'I froze him stiff and I fogged him blind. And kicked him home with his road to find By what he could see in a three-day snow-storm _(All round the Sands!)_ 'I learned him his trade o' winter nights, 'Twixt Mardyk Fort and Dunkirk lights On a five-knot tide with the forts a-firing. _(All round the Sands!)_ 'Before his beard began to shoot, I showed him the length of the Spaniard's foot-- And I reckon he clapped the boot on it later. _(All round the Sands!)_ 'If there's a risk which you can make. That's worse than he was used to take Nigh every week in the way of his business; _(All round the Sands!)_ 'If there's a trick that you can try, Which he hasn't met in time gone by, Not once or twice, but ten times over; _(All round the Sands!)_ 'If you can teach him aught that's new, _(A-hay O! To me O!)_ I'll give you Bruges and Niewport too, And the ten tall churches that stand between 'em.' _Storm along my gallant Captains!_ _(All round the Horn!)_ THE JUGGLER'S SONG