O Mab! if the hubbub was great before,
It was now some two or three million times more;
Crash went the wee crocks, and the clocks, and the locks
Of each little box were stove in by hard knocks.
And then there were oaths, and prayers and cries—
“Take care!” “See there!” “Oh dear! my eyes!”
“I am killed!” “I am drowned!”—with groans and sighs.—
Till the land is in view—
“Yeo, ho! Pull to!—
Tiller rope thro’ and thro’!”—