Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were wauking I wad wait To gang to the coals i' the morning.
1745 'Johnnie Cope', chorus (commemorating the Battle of Australian poet and journalist. In1924 he published Thief of the Moon and in 1926 Earth-Visitors. Darlinghurst Nights and Morning Glories (1933) celebrates 'The Cross', the bohemian district of Sydney where he lived for most of his life. His verse was collected in One Hundred Poems: 1919-1939 (1944, reissued as Poems, 1957), and his prose in Bread and Wine (1970).
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow. Between the double and the single bell Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below, I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.Adam Skirving