Drake hes in his hammock and a thousand mile away

Captain art thou sleeping there below

Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay

And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe

Yonder looms the island yonder lie the ships

With sailor-lads a-dancing heel-an-toe

And the shore-lights flashing and the night-tide dashing

He sees it all so plainly as he saw it long ago

Drake he was a Devon man an ruled the Devon seas

Captain art thou sleeping there below

Roving tho his death fell he went with heart at ease

And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe

Take my drum to England hang it by the shore

Strike it when your powders running low

If the Dons sight Devon Ill quit the port of Heaven

And drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago

Drake hes in his hammock till the great Armadas come

Captain art thou sleeping there below

Slung a-tween the round shot listening for the drum

And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe

Call him on the deep sea call him up the Sound

Call him when you sail to meet the foe

Where the old trades plying and the old flag flying

They shall find him ware and waking as they found him long ago

Henry Newbolt