There came an old sailor Who sat to sup Under the trees Of the Golden Cup. Beer in a mug And a slice of cheese With a hunk of bread He munched at his ease. Then in the summer Dusk he lit A little black pipe, And sucked at it. He thought of his victuals, Of ships, the sea. Of his home in the West, And his children three. And he stared and stared To where, afar, The lighthouse gleamed At the harbour bar ; Till his pipe grew cold, And down on the board He laid his head, And snored, snored, snored.
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Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The old sailor", appears in Bells and Grass: A Book of Rhymes, first published 1941 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Michael John Hurd (1928 - 2006), "The old sailor", published 1958 [ unison chorus and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-12-14
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