However it was, this much is sure, that out
from the Grand Banks’ sombre fog,
Never came back the Pollywog smack, or
Dunk or Dan or the yaller dog.
THE AWFUL WAH-HOOH-WOW
She’s ashore in Gloucester harbor, with a
weary, lear y list,
An’ the mud is creepin’, creepin’ to her rail;