And I reckon he liked me and thought I was
game,
Because I wa’n’t yowlin’ in fear;
For over and over he’s done jest the same,
This many and many a year.
When dog-fish are gnawin’ and other men
swear
As they jerk at the sculch-loaded trawl,
I know I have some one to cuff away care,
If only I whistle a call.