Now what mortal men are made of, that they can’t put up with bliss,
I do not know, but this I know, that Sam got tired of this;
He wished that he was far away, again aboard a ship,
And all he thought of—night and day—was givin’ ’em the slip.
And so one night when all was still and every soul asleep,
He got into a good canoe and paddled o’er the deep,
But oh the row the natives made, when early in the morn
They came to worship Samuel, and found their god was gone!
Then Samuel travelled many days, but had the luck at last
To meet a brig from Boston where he shipped before the mast;