The cabin and the hold would hardly hold'em.
The vessel started soon,—her every chink
Filled up with luggage, women, boys and men;
Swiftly she cut the spray, you cannot think
What whey (way) she made upon the water then.
Ah, Master Andrew! you could not divine
The woe of sailing when the wind's not aft;
Or you'd have been more crafty, I opine,
Than ever to have entered such a craft.