It ain’t so healthy quite—to be exact—
As ’tis in Colorado high and dry,
Where they send invalids—it is a fact—
Off to some other country for to die;
Excuse me, gents, for keepin’ you so long,
Now I’ll proceed to let you hev my song.”
ROLLING OVER[[4]]
It was upon a Boston brig, and that was in the Fall,
Our barky she was light as a gig, for our lading was but small;
And it was in the American War as we were sailing thus,