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Glad it brought back some memories for you June .

when i was in the Sunday School choir, many moons ago, we had to sing this for an entry into a musical festival. I can still remember the tune too! Ann Glos

Myself and a friend had to learn that poem off by heart and recite it to the English teacher as a punishment for talking in class. Brings back memories! Linda x

Sorry should have said 'perchance to dream' ehem!!

Hi June I have just discovered the name Masefield as maiden name of grt grt grandmother! Then I saw this thread and had fanciful thoughts that I could be related to a poet!! Probably not but it's nice to dream! Kaz :o)

We learned that poem as a song at primary school. Not sure who wrote the music - it might have been one of the teachers - but it was an awful dirge. Shame really. It's a nice poem. CB >|<

That was quick everyone. That was my old headmaster's favourite poem. I think it was asked for on a thread before. It may even have been me, can't remember David

By That was Quick! thank you very much Ladies Your speed amazes me June xxxx

QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amythysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, Road-rails, pig-lead, Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays

Is this what you're looking for? Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo of diamonds Emeralds, amethests, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, Road-rail, pig-lead, Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin toys.

good friend , Google! Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amythysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, Road-rails, pig-lead, Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amythysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, Road-rails, pig-lead, Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays. Is that the one??? Juliexx

Have the poem Cargoes by John Mase Field Thanks June .