It's been some time since I've added to this inventory. Here's another from Bill Adams:

By Bill Adams
From WIND IN THE TOPSAILS, edited by Bill Adams, published by George G. Harrap & Co., London, UK, © 1931, pp. 89-90.

There Goes Thermopylae

I seen her once for just a jiff; it was a misty day,
Wi' sea birds mewin' i' the rain an' porpoises at play;
I was a-coilin' up a rope above the col' grey sea,
When loud I heard the boatswain shout, "There goes Thermopylae!"

The mate swung round, the skipper turned, an' everyone did gaze
To where a fleetin' shadow flew a-down the Biscay haze;
A low green hull, white swayin' masts, a cloud o' billowed sail,
I saw as o'er the Boscay sea I stared from by the rail.

The stately China clipper, tried an' proved by many a blow,
She ran along that tossin' sea as colts in pasture go!
You would ha' thought, a-watchin' her, that soul an' heart she knew,
She seemed to leap so eagerly as through the mists she flew!

You would ha' thought, a-watchin' her, that she had soul an' heart,
So swift, so proud, so queenly quite, she clove the waves apart!
I minded as she swept from view them things that poets write,
That beauty never can decay, must ever bring delight.

We never dreamed, we sailormen what wandered to an' fro,
That lovely ships would pass away an' from the waters go;
That ugly, smokin' kettle things, wi' smoke a-trailin' far,
Would come to take the trade away, would come the seas to mar,

Wi' throbbin' screws an' heavin' sides; o' nights there comes to me
The vision of a tea clipper on Biscay's hazy sea;
Again I hear the boatswain shout, "There goes Thermopylae!"

Cheerily,
Charley Noble