BOATMAN.

That Schooner, Bill, harn’t left the roads, with oranges and nuts!

MRS. F.

If seas have roads, they’re very rough—I never felt such ruts!

BOATMAN.

It’s neap, ye see, she’s heavy lade, and couldn’t pass the bar.

MRS. F.

The bar! what, roads with turnpikes too? I wonder where they are!

BOATMAN.

Ho! brig ahoy! hard up! hard up! that lubber cannot steer!