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The Last Buccaneer

By Charles Kingsley

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Oh England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high,     But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I;     And such a port for mariners I ne'er shall see again     As the pleasant Isle of Aves, beside the Spanish main.     There were forty craft in Aves that were both swift and stout,     All furnished well with small arms and cannons round about;     And a thousand men in Aves made laws so fair and free     To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally.     Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold,     Which he wrung with cruel tortures from Indian folk of old;     Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone,     Who flog men and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone.     Oh the palms grew high in Aves, and fruits that shone like gold,     And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold;     And the negro maids to Aves from bondage fast did flee,     To welcome gallant sailors, a-sweeping in from sea.     Oh sweet it was in Aves to hear the landward breeze,     A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees,     With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar     Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.     But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be;     So the King's ships sailed on Aves, and quite put down were we.     All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night;     And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded, from the fight.     Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside,     Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died;     But as I lay a gasping, a Bristol sail came by,     And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die.     And now I'm old and going - I'm sure I can't tell where;     One comfort is, this world's so hard, I can't be worse off there:     If I might but be a sea-dove, I'd fly across the main,     To the pleasant Isle of Aves, to look at it once again.     Eversley, 1857,

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Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) was an English novelist, historian, and poet whose poem "The Three Fishers" and children's book "The Water-Babies" are Victorian classics. He was also a social reformer and advocate for "Christian Socialism."

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