“A strong nor’-wester’s blowing, Bill—
Hark! don’t ye hear it roar now?
Lord help ’em! how I pities all
Unhappy folks on shore now!
“Foolhardy chaps who live in town—
What danger they are all in,
And now are quaking in their beds,
For fear the roof should fall in.
Poor creatures! how they envies us,
And wishes, I’ve a notion,