David Jones
1798 text
The helmsman steer’d, the ship mov’d on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all ’gan work the ropes
Where they were wont to do:
They rais’d their limbs like lifeless tools—
We were a ghastly crew.
1834 text
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariners all ’gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools—
We were a ghastly crew.
