men,
—And we’ve always kept insistin’ that he
wa’n’t mistaken then.
The storm came down upon us from the nor’-
nor’east by east,
—’Twas an equinoctial pealer,
A reg’lar ring-tail squealer,
The sky was hasty puddin’ and the sea beneath
was yeast.
When the Hanks went tossin’ up’ards it really