“Now shoot,” said he, “if thee thinks thee
must.”
Ker-boomo! the old Long Thomas roared,
And the big lateen flopped overboard.
And Orasmus Nute,
Orasmus Nute,
Seemed puzzled to find that he could shoot.
“Now what are those sinful men about?”
He asked, as he heard a hoarse, long shout.
And the Quaker mate he answered, “Lo!