the bronchos of the sea.
Sheerin’ an’ veerin’ with painter a-flirt, like a
frolicsome filly’s tail,
—Now a sweep on the heavin’ deep, close to
the saggin’ rail,
—Close to the saggin’ rail,
Jump! If you cringe or fail,
You’re doin’ a turn in the wake astern in the
role of a grampus whale.
As she poises herself to spring,