To Cap’n Nutter of the “Puddentame.”
And the old man munches his bread and cheese
In the gloom and grime of his little cuddy;
—Through the mirk of the dusty deadlight sees
This riot of riches; then on his knees
—This sea-stained, warped old fuddy-duddy—
He prays for their souls in the Saviour’s
name,
—-Does Cap’n Nutter of the u Puddentame.
And they?—Why, they neither know nor care