A youthful Sailor heard him; - “Ha!” quoth he,
“This Miller’s maiden is a prize for me;
Her charms I love, his riches I desire,
And all his threats but fan the kindling fire;
My ebbing purse no more the foe shall fill,
But Love’s kind act and Lucy at the mill.”
Thus thought the youth, and soon the chase began,
Stretch’d all his sail, nor thought of pause or plan:
His trusty staff in his bold hand he took,
Like him and like his frigate, heart of oak;