“Me?” she replied - “Oh no! you may depend
On my regard - but watch your brother’s way,
Whom I, like you, must study and obey.”
“Ah!” thought the Seaman, “what a head was mine,
That easy berth at Greenwich to resign!
I’ll to the parish” - but a little pride,
And some affection, put the thought aside.
Now gross neglect and open scorn he bore
In silent sorrow - but he felt the more:
The odious pipe he to the kitchen took,