Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

To Home We Sail

To Home We Sail 

In sight of land 
To home we sail, 
The boats manned, 
Oars to rail, 
When every hand, 
Pressed and frail, 
Will cross the sand 
To Maidenvale. 

Where taverns stand 
In rain and gale, 
With fires fanned
And frothy ale, 
Where folk demand 
A pirates tale
Of contraband 
And fine regale. 

O to England, 
To home we sail, 
Where soldiers stand
And women wail, 
Where gallows span 
From copse to dale, 
By King's command 
To rot in jail. 

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