All sunny and fair in the morn,
When the crew who were adoze, brought the Edward Everett’s nose
On the ledges of Old Cape Horn.
Up the ledges ran her keel, and to leeward did she heel,
Till her jib-sheets flapped on Pulpit Rock;
And the sleeping Rockport boys awakened by the noise,
Laid sprawled around by the shock.
“Oh, from Rockport’s clammy shore, where southerlies oft roar
With our wheel in a cleat did we steer.
Above I was asleep and below in slumber deep,