Explore "Cruisers" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, / Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; / So we, her bold daughters by iron and fire, / Accost and decoy to our masters' desire.
Now pray you consider what toils we endure, / Night-walking wet sea-lanes, a guard and a lure; / Since half of our trade is that same pretty sort / As mettlesome wenches do practise in port.