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<h2>THE OLD BUCCANEER'S SONG.</h2> Oh, my heart goes privateering along the Spanish Main, And I feel the breezes blowing and see those isles again— Those isles of peace and plenty where we loved to linger long, To woo the black-eyed Carib maid who sang the rover's song; Who, resting in the palm shade when the sun was fierce above, With many a tender measure taught us what indeed is love. Oh, my heart goes privateering along the Spanish Main, [Pg 82] And I hear my comrades calling me back to them again; For 'tis where the breakers, roaring, flash in and beat the sand— 'Tis where the feathery plantain shakes its shadow on the strand; 'Neath orange and palmetto and many a flowery tree Dwell the gallant privateersmen who drink and think of me. Oh, my heart goes privateering along the Spanish Main— I see our banners flying and I hear the cheers again: When with many a reckless comrade in vessel tall and true, Before the constant trade-wind to the south-and-west we flew, And ere the haughty Spaniard had thought of danger near [Pg 83] Town and tower and galleon were spoil of buccaneer. Oh, my heart goes privateering along the Spanish Main, And many a pearl and red doubloon chink in my hand again. Back, back unto the sunny isle to rest a season there— To bind a lace of priceless gems in my sweet Carib's hair, To feel her arms about my neck, to hear her sing again The pleasures and the glories of our life along the main. Oh, my heart goes privateering along the Spanish Main, For I am weary waiting for those days to come again. A curse upon this slothful life and this black northern land! [Pg 84] Oh, give to me the sapphire sea and southern strand! Oh, let me hear but once again my comrades' ringing cheers, [Pg 85] And lead to spoil and victory the dashing buccaneers. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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