The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems

by John Masefield

It's a far remove from Paradise

Is Spanish port,

Fever port,

Port of Holy Peter.

There's sand-bagging and throat-slitting,

And quiet graves in the sea same,

Stabbing, of course, and rum-hitting,

Dirt, and drink, and stink, and crime,

In Spanish port,

Fever port,