The heart of the Bay did old Adam espy;
And, alarm’d at a noise—to him Nature did say,
That it was the trade wind, which blows always one way.
Toll de roll, &c.
So transported was Adam in Botany Bay,
He dame Nature implor’d to spend there night and day,
And curious he try’d the Bay’s bottom to sound,
But his line was too short by a yard from the ground.
Toll de roll, &c.
The time being out, Nature’s sentence had pass’d,