Till I draw the firm splice that's betwixt her and me;
I'll roam on the ocean, for much do I love it--
To wed with another were rank bigamy."
"O William, what nonsense you talk, you are raving;
Pray how can a ship and a man become one?
You say so because you no longer are craving,
As once you were truly--and I am undone."
"You wrong me, my dearest, as sure as I stand here,
As sure as I'll sail again on the wide sea;
Some day I will settle, and marry with you, dear,