Up in Maine: Stories of Yankee Life Told in Verse

by Holman Day

sea-wagon,

Sweeps in from the fog no more—no more,

Rolls in from the sea no more.

Bricks make her load and New York her destin-

ation.

(Dern yer hide, ye snoozer, keep a-pumping

there, I say!)

Bricks for a cargo and she leaks like thundera-

tion,

And the gulls a-trailin’ after like the buzzards