Poem by Arthur Conan Doyle

«The Guards Came Through» (1919). 14. Ragtime!

Ragtime! Ragtime! Keep it going still!
Let them hear the ragtime! Play it with a will!
Women in the lifeboats, men upon the wreck,
Take heart to hear the ragtime lilting down the deck.

Ragtime! Ragtime! Yet another tune!
Now the "Darkey Dandy," now "The Yellow Coon!"
Brace against the bulwarks if the stand's askew,
Find your footing as you can, but keep the music true!

There's glowing hell beneath us where the shattered boilers roar,
The ship is listing and awash, the boats will hold no more!
There's nothing more that you can do, and nothing you can mend,
Only keep the ragtime playing to the end.

Don't forget the time, boys! Eyes upon the score!
Never heed the wavelets sobbing down the floor!
Play it as you played it when with eager feet
A hundred pair of dancers were stamping to the beat.

Stamping to the ragtime down the lamp-lit deck,
With shine of glossy linen and with gleam of snowy neck,
They've other thoughts to think to-night, and other things to do,
But the tinkle of the ragtime may help to see them through.

Shut off, shut off the ragtime! The lights are falling low!
The deck is buckling under us! She's sinking by the bow!
One hymn of hope from dying hands on dying ears to fall—
Gently the music fades away—and so, God rest us all! 

1. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 4. A Post-Impressionist
2. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 5. The Guns in Sussex
3. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 9. The End
4. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 30. The Echo
5. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 7. Grousing

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