'Too Many Poets'

Key to authors' pseudonyms

Mission Bell rang midnight, the hour I was born
Yes that Mission Bell rang midnight, the hour I was born
It was half past three in the morning
Darkest hour before the dawn

Midwife told the captain, 'This boy must walk the plank.'
Yes the midwife told the captain, 'This boy must walk the plank:
When he comes to paint your portrait
He will only draw a blank.'

'Contemplate his nostrils, look right here in his mouth
Contemplate his nostrils, look right here in his mouth
He'll be crawling t'wards the North Star
While your ship is sailing South.'

Kickin' and a-cursin' they dragged me to the brink
Yes, kickin' and a-cursin' they dragged me to the brink
You can lead this boy to water
But you sure can't make me drink. 

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