Subject: Lyr Add: In Sailortown (C. Fox Smith) From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 21 Nov 13 - 02:49 PM Lyr. Add: IN SAILORTOWN Cicely Fox Smith (c. 1926) They don't sell no flash gear in Sailortown- In Sailortown- Where the slop shops And the pop shops And the sheeny dealers be That sell caps and walking-sticks To sailors from the sea. Handkerchiefs with horseshoes And shore-going suits, Cheap yellow oilskins And shoddy sea-boots. Glass beads and brass rings As cheap as bought kisses ... That's the stuff they sell In a street like this is. They don't serve no swell eats in Sailortown- In Sailortown- Where the Chink shops And the sausage counters are, But there's laughter and dancing in Muldoon's Bar, Noodles and stewed eels, Greasy and slippy, And the smell of hot chestnuts When the nights get nippy, Coffee and cocoa It's worth your while suppin', Hot and sweet and thick That a spoon 'ud stand up in ... They ain't got grand shop-fronts in Sailortown- In Sailortown- The Jew shops, The tattoo shops, And the junk stores and the rest ... But the ship-handler's window it does its blooming best With its coils of new cable And copper and brass, Winking and shining That cheerful as you pass, And the yellow, red and blue Of its bunting fresh and new, And megaphones like mates' mouths Opened wide to bawl- "Heave now and bust her, Ye sojers, heave and pawl!" ... And something sets you thinking Of things half forgotten, Of old lost ships Whose bones have long been rotten, Foreign ports and far seas And chaps you used to know, And scraps of old shanties That you sang long ago ... Pp. 72-74, C. Fox Smith, 1926, "Full Sail: More Sea Songs and Ballads," Houghton Mifflin Company. |
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