Says the little cock-sparrow, “I’ll be shot if I stay,”
So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
MY SHIP AND I.
O it’s I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,
Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;
And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;
But when I’m a little older, I shall find the secret out
How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.
For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm,