 | Bill Moore, David Booth - Children's poetry - 2003 - 154 pages
...despite warnings from all and sundry that there is going to be a terrific storm. And it came: They had not sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the luft grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The dialect is a bit difficult,... | |
 | William Allan Neilson - English poetry - 1916 - 462 pages
...habes, For I '11 never see you again.' 9 She set her foot upon the ship, No mariners could she bebold; But the sails were o the taffetie, And the masts o the beaten gold. 10 She had not sailed a leagne, a leagne, A leagne but harely three, When dismal grew his countenance, And drumlie - grew his... | |
 | 216 pages
...With the old moon in her arm ; And I fear, I fear, my master dear, That we shall come to harm ! " They had not sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the sky grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ropes they brake, the top masts... | |
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She set her foot upon the ship, No mariners could she behold; But the sails were o the taffetie, And the masts o the beaten gold. 
