Страница - 60Страница - 62- The pirate was a homely man, and short and grum and fat;
- He wore a wild and awful scowl beneath his slouching hat.
- Swords, pistols and stilettos were arranged around his thighs,
- And demoniacal glaring was quite common with his eyes.
- His heavy black moustaches curled away beneath his nose,
- And drooped in elegant festoons about his very toes.
- He hardly ever spoke at all; but when such was the case,
- His voice 'twas easy to perceive was quite a heavy bass.
- He was not a serious pirate; and despite his anxious cares,
- He rarely went to Sunday-school and seldom said his prayers.
- He worshiped lovely women, and his hope in life was this:
- To calm his wild, tumultuous soul with pure domestic bliss.

- When conversing with his shipmates, he very often swore
- That he longed to give up piracy and settle down on shore.
- He tired of blood and plunder; of the joys that they could bring;
- He sighed to win the love of some affectionate young thing.
- One morning as the "Mary Jane" went bounding o'er the sea
- The pirate saw a merchant bark far off upon his lee.
- He ordered a pursuit, and spread all sail that he could spare,
- And then went down, in hopeful mood, to shave and curl his hair.
- He blacked his boots and pared his nails and tied a fresh cravat;
- He cleansed his teeth, pulled down his cuffs and polished up his hat;
- He dimmed with flour the radiance of his fiery red nose,
- For, hanging with that vessel's wash, he saw some ladies' hose.

- Once more on deck, the stranger's hull he riddled with a ball,
- And yelled, "I say! what bark is that?" In answer to his call
- The skipper on the other boat replied in thunder tones:
- "This here's the bark Matilda, and her captain's name is Jones."