Nor my caress did she resist, And thus we toyed, and thus we played! 'Twould won thy heart, old Paddy whack us, To see me standing up so stout, Achilles grafted on to Bacchus ! Hope whispered, "now you've won the trick, sir; [Galvanic current.] To their mouths I then applied it, All their eyes, when they had tried it, Snapped and flashed, like lightning-bugs! [Herds of marine buffaloes interrupted in their pasture.] Crash! went the ice-now mark the wonder, The dead men manned the shroud-like sails, Our ship went roaring on through thunder, Ploughing up the Arctic whales! [Elee-mosynary presentations.] And the sea serpents they flew Around our prow like hawsers, slack, And some with tongues at tail and head, Or left on waves a scarlet train. [New motive power, the Bar and Crow.] I took that strange, now living crow, And never ship so swift did plough! 【Transparency for the Crystal Palace.] I saw the sun right through the world! And round and round a whirlpool whirled, ["White spirits and black, red spirits and grey, mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may."] The moon-triangle she had fled, And striped in sunshine calm. [Annexation, extending the area of freedom.] Quoth I, 'Though this countree be new, 'Tis owned by Uncle Sam.' I wis ye never heard such shout As when our crew they spied: 6 'Grammercy!' cried I, who will save?' When lo! a boat from shore! A lovely damsel cleft the wave 'Come off! come off the ship!' she cried, I leaped into her boat beside, We bore away for land. Now fast and fast our spectre ship The dreadful gulf doth near, It roars! thou canst not hear! The crackling of a river poured Compared with that would but afford ["Bless her let her go."] I saw her go, my benison, Go with her! ever on! ["I'll forgive your Highland chief, my daughter! oh! my daughter!"] "Come back! come back! my orison, She's got my Demi-John!" In vain! the wrathful gulf it whirls, [Time o'er the last of the Tar-tars.] Doth boil, and seethe, and roar, I fall in arms of rosy girls, I swoon upon the shore, [The lost Atlantic found, and the last crow heard.] On flower beds, 'mid houris dear, THE DAUPHIN. "Have we a Bourbon among us?"-OLD SONG. IN Eighty-five King Louis' sight With joy his very eyes were wet, But for its fate, ah! shed a tear, That in its tender innocence It lost its little mite of sense, And mighty little toe. Now, having lost its dear mamma, 'Twas said it died by scrofula, Which set the realm at rest. |