I purchased a glass of stiff Maine grog for a
salty son of the sea,
And he confidentially leaned on the bar and
spun this yarn for me:
” ’Twas down in the aidge of the Saragos’ in the
nineteenth latitood
That I think I see the dumdest sight that ever a
sailor viewed.
“We was dobbin’ along with dumpy sails in a
nigh-about dead calm,