Difference between revisions of "Blue canaries"
(New page: * ''''''Twas Off the Blue Canaries'':''' (''song'') ''My Last Cigar, or, 'Twas Off the Blue Canaries'', a popular American song by J. M. Hubbard (1854), dedicated to the students of Harvar...) |
|||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
* ''''''Twas Off the Blue Canaries'':''' (''song'') ''My Last Cigar, or, 'Twas Off the Blue Canaries'', a popular American song by J. M. Hubbard (1854), dedicated to the students of Harvard University | * ''''''Twas Off the Blue Canaries'':''' (''song'') ''My Last Cigar, or, 'Twas Off the Blue Canaries'', a popular American song by J. M. Hubbard (1854), dedicated to the students of Harvard University | ||
+ | |||
+ | ‘Twas off the blue Canary Isles, a glorious summer day,<br> | ||
+ | I sat upon the quarter deck and wiff’d my cares away<br> | ||
+ | And as the volumed smoke arose, like incense in the air,<br> | ||
+ | I breath’d a sigh to think in sooth, it was my last cigar<br> | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | I lean’d against the quarter rail, and look’d down in the sea,<br> | ||
+ | E’en there the purple wreath of smoke was curling gracefully;<br> | ||
+ | Oh, what had I at such a time to do with wasting care?<br> | ||
+ | Alas the trembling tear proclaim’d it was my last cigar.<br> | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | I watch’d the ashes, as it came fast drawing t’ward the end,<br> | ||
+ | I watch’d it as a friend would watch beside a dying friend;<br> | ||
+ | But still the flame crept slowly on, it vanish’d into air,<br> | ||
+ | I threw it from me – spare the tale – it was my last cigar.<br> | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | I’ve seen the land of all I love fade in the distance dim,<br> | ||
+ | I’ve watch’d above the blighted heart where once proud hope hath been;<br> | ||
+ | But I’ve never known a sorrow that could with that compare,<br> | ||
+ | When off the blue Canary Isles I smoked my last cigar.<br> |
Revision as of 09:15, 23 April 2011
- 'Twas Off the Blue Canaries: (song) My Last Cigar, or, 'Twas Off the Blue Canaries, a popular American song by J. M. Hubbard (1854), dedicated to the students of Harvard University
‘Twas off the blue Canary Isles, a glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck and wiff’d my cares away
And as the volumed smoke arose, like incense in the air,
I breath’d a sigh to think in sooth, it was my last cigar
I lean’d against the quarter rail, and look’d down in the sea,
E’en there the purple wreath of smoke was curling gracefully;
Oh, what had I at such a time to do with wasting care?
Alas the trembling tear proclaim’d it was my last cigar.
I watch’d the ashes, as it came fast drawing t’ward the end,
I watch’d it as a friend would watch beside a dying friend;
But still the flame crept slowly on, it vanish’d into air,
I threw it from me – spare the tale – it was my last cigar.
I’ve seen the land of all I love fade in the distance dim,
I’ve watch’d above the blighted heart where once proud hope hath been;
But I’ve never known a sorrow that could with that compare,
When off the blue Canary Isles I smoked my last cigar.