John Le Gay Brereton

(2 September 1871 – 2 February 1933 / Australia)

The Bold Buccaneer - Poem by John Le Gay Brereton

One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray
In the scuppers a poor little cabin-boy lay,
When the Bosun drew nigh with wrath in his eye
And gave him a kick to remember him by,
As he cried with a sneer: “What good are you here?
Go home to your mammy, my bold buccaneer.”

Now the Captain beheld, and his pity upwelled:
With a plug in the peeper the Bosun he felled.
With humility grand he extended his hand
And helped the poor lad, who was weeping, to stand,
As he cried: “Have no fear; I'm the manager here.
Take heart, and you'll yet be a bold buccaneer.”

But how he did flare when the lad then and there
Doffed his cap and shook down a gold banner of hair.
Though his movements were shy, he'd a laugh in his eye,
And he sank on the Captain's broad breast with a sigh,
As he cried: “Is it queer that I've followed you here?
I'm your sweetheart from Bristol, my bold buccaneer.”

On an isle in the west, by the breezes caressed,
The bold buccaneer has a warm little nest,
And he sits there in state amid pieces of eight
And tackles his rum with a manner elate,
As he cries: “O my dear little cabin-boy, here
Is a toast to the babe of the bold buccaneer!”


Comments about The Bold Buccaneer by John Le Gay Brereton

  • Silver Star - 3,342 Points Darlene Walsh (9/29/2014 5:31:00 PM)

    The lines 'gold banner of hair', 'he sank on the Captain's broad breast with a sigh', 'I'm your sweetheart from Bristol, my bold buccaneer', '“O my dear little cabin-boy, here Is a toast to the babe of the bold buccaneer' lead me to believe that the cabin boy was actually a women pretending to be a boy to sneak onto her lover's ship. He is actually a she, the Captain's babe.

    If I have read this poem correctly, it's actually a very touching poem and love story. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,054 Points Michelle Claus (9/29/2014 3:02:00 PM)

    Agree with preceding comments, I'm uncertain as to what has transpired in this tale. On the other hand, I relish this tune's perfect music. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,538 Points Kay Staley (9/29/2014 10:05:00 AM)

    This doesnt sound like a modern poem. Boring story with apparent lack of purpose. It needs more clarity with what the author wants the reader to think and feel when they read it. On the bright side it has a strong use of internal rhyme scheme. It seems like the embodiment of most classical literature into a verse form. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,930 Points Frank Avon (9/29/2014 12:38:00 AM)

    I really think each modern poem of the day should be more representative of modern values, forms, and styles. This sounds more like the Fireside Poets of the 1800s. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 866 Points Liliana ~el (9/29/2013 6:28:00 AM)

    I'm lost... love? Loyalty? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, September 5, 2011


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