A CONSECRATIONNot of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteers.THE YARN OF THE 'LOCH ACHRAYThe 'Loch Achray was a clipper tall.SING A SONG O SHIPWRECKHe lolled on a bollard, a sun-burned son of the seaBURIAL PARTY'Hes deader n nails, the focsle said, ' n gone to his long sleepBILLHe lay dead on the cluttered deck and stared at the cold skiesFEVER SHIPTherell be no weepin gells ashore when our ship sailsFEVER-CHILLSHe tottered out of the alleyway with cheeks the colour of pasteONE OF THE BOSUNS YARNSLoafin around in Sailor Town, a-bluin o my advanceHELLS PAVEMENT'When Im discharged in Liverpool n draws my bit o paySEA-CHANGE'Goneys an gullies an all o the birds o the seaHARBOUR-BARAll in the feathered palm-tree tops the bright green parrots screechTHE TURN OF THE TIDEAn Bill can have my sea-boots, Nigger Jim can have my knifeONE OF WALLYS YARNSThe watch was up on the topsail-yard a-making fast the sailA VALEDITION (LIVERPOOL DOCKS)Is there anything as I can do ashore for youA NIGHT AT DAGO TOMSOh yesterday, I tink it was, while cruisin down the street'PORT OF MANY SHIPS'Its a sunny pleasant anchorage, is Kingdom ComeCAPE HORN GOSPELI'I was in a hooker once, said KarlssenCAPE HORN GOSPELIIJake was a dirty Dago lad, an he gave the skipper chinMOTHER CAREYMother Carey? Shes the mother o the witchesEVENINGREGATTA DAYYour nose is a red jelly, your mouths a toothless wreckA VALEDITIONWere bound for blue water where the great winds blowA PIER-HEAD CHORUSOh, Ill be chewing salted horse and biting flinty breadTHE GOLDEN CITY OF ST.