The pilot on the deck has sprung,
He’s hail’d on every side,
Shame on my false, rebellious tongue!
Oh! why is speech denied?
THE ARRIVAL;
OR,
THE LAND-LUBBER’S SONG.
I.
The joys of the ocean let others discuss,
A ship is to me a marine omnibus,
Or an ark where man, beast, bird, and insect convene,