PARTING FOR THE POLE.
He.—Now weep not Poll because I go,
There's no need, I declare,
For when among the Esquimaux,
I've too much blubber there.
Women mis-doubt a sailor's word,
We don't deserve the wipe;
For when they pipe us all aboard,
Aboard we all do pipe.
We've rocks, when all our tears are past,
The sailor's heart to shock,
She..—Why yes, Jack—when you're on the mast,
You're sure to have a rock.
He.—You'll find some fellow on dry ground,
You will prefer to me,
To him I see you will be bound,
While I'm bound to the sea.
But if I sail the world around,
I'll be a faithful rover,
She.—Poh! you'll forget me I'll be bound
When you are half seas over.
He.—And when alas, your Jack is gone,
You'll think of naught but jigging,
And you will sport your rigging on,
While Jack is on the rigging.
Where winter's ice around us grows,
And storms upon us roll,
She.—Ah, that's the time I do suppose
They look out for the pole.
He.—But if I should be sunk d'ye see,
She.—Bring up a coral wreath,
He.—Why if I were beneath the sea,
I could not see beneath.
She.—Yet if you should be cast away,
Without a cloak, or victual,
Remember me, a little, pray,
You'd better pray a little.
But tho' you wish us now to splice,
Our hands—your love won't hold,
For when you get among the ice,
I'm sure you will grow cold.
I have your money—here's a kiss,
I will be true to you,
But one word more, "adieu" it is,
Cries Jack, it is a do.MAY.