The Rumoglers
confessions of a rumogler Twas a dark night on the Cornish coast with beast of waves a breakin On the shore a light was raise dThe rumoglers was a shakin For red coats 'twas rumoured had knowed. A rumagleese What told em who and told em where Although they might believe The rumagleese do Decieve And were the light a waved a beckoned in the seas A bush containes two magpies and a third is 3 When one flies off as shouts are heard It bodes no good for Rumogler or the nightly stoat For to it's ermine silence comes a stampin of the red coat A light is spilled and if a blood is spoiled By the lead a whistling mong the crag and rock And rough the stock from which Romoglers made Is just the same but for a jacket rouged So know their paths and ways a much the same they do A joy it is to live upon a broken shore And desperation days at hand behind a jail door So up they jump and scatter break And if a one is caught They'll soon to tell upon the break And so all will die The Rumogees did fade away As must upon the rocks And turncoats and the turnstones mocked The galleries of governance adorned in all it's order And none were died and none were found And all were knew though some profound Most were libellous of the lawly workings But on the seas the frigates rise and fall Where costerman and tide account for all or nothing Then the journey from the cane to some distant glass Is only through an optic seen or siezed Although the stick of green topped cane was squeezed By captives Folk as rough and tough as Rumogees Through broken teeth and blackened gums they tell the tale Of when the amber liquid trod and cannons do set sail
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