Seems wavin’ its welcome with clots of foam
that are tossed by the roguish gale.
Dory here an’ Dora there,
‘Way over yon at Glo’stcr;
Those clots of foam seem letters from
home
To pledge I haven’t lost her.
Friskily kickin’, the dories dance, churnin’ the
foamin’ lee,
With a duck an’ a dive an’ a skip an’ skive—