On my ill-used back must carry
All the Dutchman's clumsy tow-boats.
In the sand, to me so hateful,
Wearily my way I drag on,
And I've long been dead already,
Ere my grave, the sea, receives me.
So beware of such stagnation!
"Yes, I can much more relate thee;
I to-day am in good humour,
And I love all jovial fellows,