Because he was a sailor—had he been
A lawyer, now, it wouldn’t seem so queer:
For conjurers ’mong us ain’t often seen,
And he was of the kind who ain’t small beer,
Possessing cash enough to roll in bliss:
However that may be, the story’s this.”
THE WITCH’S BOX
Once when I went upon a trip
Likewise to the Southern sea,
We had a man upon the ship