sniffin’ prey!
Pump away!
And ev’ry brick a-soakin’ in her innards growls
and grates;
She hesitates—she balks and waits,
And holy hawse-pipe, how she hates
To leave Penobscot Bay!
Pounce! On her bows leap the combers like
a tiger-cat,
(Lift ’er on the handle, there, you loafer,