Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
— from Poems of To-Day: an Anthology by Various
His soul is now disturbed by a dread of the supernatural.
— from The Death Shot: A Story Retold by Mayne Reid
The night of Trafalgar!" {16} Drake's Drum Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?), Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
— from Poems: New and Old by Newbolt, Henry John, Sir
Devon and Plymouth suggest Elizabethan days and one man’s name flashes uppermost, but— “Drake he’s in his hammock, but a thousand mile away (Capten, art tha sleepin’ there below?), Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An’ dreamin’ arl the time o’ Plymouth Hoe.”
— from Chats on English China by Arthur Hayden
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