Category: Historical Novels
The Cruise of the Catalpa: A Poem
It was on Easter Monday, in ’Seventy-six, In Freemantle the jailers were all in a fix, From Fauntleroy,[1] down to Amen-timbertoe,[2] There was racing and chasing and bother, you know, For the Fenians had sliddered[3] right off in a row; But what’s that to any one, whether or no?