With pipe alight an’ snack stowed tight under
a bulgin’ vest,
I’ll over with dory an’ in with the trawls for
the wind is fair sou’ west.
—The wind is fair sou’ west,
The fish-slick stripes the crest
Of every curlin’, swingin’ an’ swirlin’, billowin’
ocean-guest,
That sweeps to the wind’ard rail
An’ under the bulgin’ sail