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Sir Francis Drake's Drum Drake, he's in his hammock and a thousand miles away Capten art thou sleepin there below slung atween a round shot in Nombre Dios bay and dreaming arl the time of Plymouth Hoe yonder looms the island, yonder lie the ships with sailors lads a dancin heel and toe and the shore lights flashin and the night tide dashin he sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago Drake he was a Devon man and ruled the Devon seas Capten art thou sleeping there below rovin thro his death fells he went with heart at ease and dreaming arl the time of Plymouth Hoe take my drum to England hand et by the shore strike et when your powders runin low if the Dons sight Devon I'll quit the port of heaven an drum them up the channel as we drummed them long ago Drake he's in his hammock till the great aramda come Capten art thou sleeping there below slung atween the round shot listenin for the drum and dreamin arl the time of Plymouth Hoe call him on the deep sea call him on the sound call him when ye sais to meet the foe when the old trades plyin and the old flag flyin they shall find him where and wakin as they found him long ago --Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938) Thanks to Ellis Golub, 202 Drakes Drum Drive, for the above