Of each little wee box were stove in by hard knocks;
And then there were oaths, and prayers, and cries—
“Take care!”—“See there!”—“Oh, dear! my eyes!”
“I am killed!”—“I am drowned!”—with groans and sighs;
Till to land they drew;
“Yeo-ho! Pull to!
Tiller-rope, thro’ and thro’!”
And all’s right anew.
V
“Now, jump upon shore, ye queer little oddities,