They’ve out with their oars, and here they
row!”
“Now, what in the name of William Penn,”
Cried Orasmus Nute, “can ail those men?
Perchance they are after our load of stones,
Will thee roll them up here, Brother Jones?
We’ll save them all of the work we can—
As a Quaker should for his fellow man.”
So as soon as the fierce, black pirate drew
Up’longside, that Quaker crew