QUOTH DUNRAVEN, NEVERMORE!
There's many a slip 'twixt "cup" and lip!
Is there not, good Dunraven?
You'll take your Transatlantic trip
Like sportsman, not like craven.
The "centre-board" against the keel
Has won. On woe we sup, Sir!
As in old nursery rhyme we feel
"The 'dish' ran away with the—cup," Sir!
The Valkyries, those valiant dames,
Success might sure have wished us;
But the Vigilant, our yacht-builders shames.
The "Yankee Dish" has—dished us!