| PAGE |
| A CONSECRATION |
| Not of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteers. | 1 |
| THE YARN OF THE ‘LOCH ACHRAY’ |
| The ‘Loch Achray’ was a clipper tall. | 3 |
| SING A SONG O’ SHIPWRECK |
| He lolled on a bollard, a sun-burned son of the sea | 7 |
| BURIAL PARTY |
| ‘He’s deader ’n nails,’ the fo’c’s’le said, ‘’n’ gone to his long sleep’ | 11 |
| BILL |
| He lay dead on the cluttered deck and stared at the cold skies | 14 |
| FEVER SHIP |
| There’ll be no weepin gells ashore when our ship sails | 15 |
| FEVER-CHILLS |
| He tottered out of the alleyway with cheeks the colour of paste | 17 |
| ONE OF THE BO’SUN’S YARNS |
| Loafin’ around in Sailor Town, a-bluin’ o’ my advance | 19 |
| HELLS PAVEMENT |
| ‘When I’m discharged in Liverpool ’n’ draws my bit o’ pay’ | 25 |
| SEA-CHANGE |
| ‘Goneys an’ gullies an’ all o’ the birds o’ the sea’ | 27 |
| HARBOUR-BAR |
| All in the feathered palm-tree tops the bright green parrots screech | 29 |
| THE TURN OF THE TIDE |
| An’ Bill can have my sea-boots, Nigger Jim can have my knife | 31 |
| ONE OF WALLY’S YARNS |
| The watch was up on the topsail-yard a-making fast the sail | 33 |
| A VALEDITION (LIVERPOOL DOCKS) |
| Is there anything as I can do ashore for you | 35 |
| A NIGHT AT DAGO TOM’S |
| Oh yesterday, I t’ink it was, while cruisin’ down the street | 38 |
| ‘PORT OF MANY SHIPS’ |
| ‘It’s a sunny pleasant anchorage, is Kingdom Come’ | 40 |
| CAPE HORN GOSPEL—I |
| ‘I was in a hooker once,’ said Karlssen | 42 |
| CAPE HORN GOSPEL—II |
| Jake was a dirty Dago lad, an’ he gave the skipper chin | 45 |
| MOTHER CAREY |
| Mother Carey? She’s the mother o’ the witches | 48 |
| EVENING—REGATTA DAY |
| Your nose is a red jelly, your mouth’s a toothless wreck | 50 |
| The Licenciate Vidriera.
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