2 MAY 1914, Page 16

POETRY.

WILLIAM HAWKINS.

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THERE are some that sail for glory, there are some that sail for gain, Some sail away from cooked accounts, not stoppin' to explain; But some just sail for fancy—just promiscons-like and free—' An' Bill 'Awkins, 'e went sailing in the South Atlantic sea.

There are some who've sought a secret way to find a golden land,

An' met instead an ugly death upon a shifting sand ; There are some who've gone exploring where ferocious tigers be;

But Bill 'Awkins, 'e went sailing in the South Atlantic) sea..

Columbus made a bee-line, with the patience of a Job; The niggers brained Magellan, before he'd looped the globe; All Africa was sailed around by some old Portngee ; But 'Awkins just went sailing in the South Atlantic sea.

Now Cabot sighted Labrador, an' though he didn't stay, His son went back, and found it waiting there another day; Hudson, 'e struck a mighty Bay (they called it after 'e); Bill, casual like, went sailing in the South Atlantic sea.

We don't know why 'e went there, nor we don't know what 'e found, We only know 'e missed the land, and sorter wandered round. But if the chance of sailoring 'ad ever come to me,

I'd sail with old Bill 'Awkins in the South Atlantic sea.

Oscan LLOYD.