Whilst our swift schooner skims over the sea.
Smart little sailor-girls, laughing deliciously,
Soften the skipper with maidenly wiles;
Climb where they oughtn't to, pouting capriciously,
Vanquish the boatswain with sunniest smiles.
If a squall blows—as it will most unluckily—
Dear little damsels, the best of A. B.'s,
Face the salt spray, reef their petticoats pluckily,
Laugh at wet jackets and sing in the breeze!
Note them, ye maidens so silly and finical,