We bang'd; we baled; we scull'd; we scream'd;
The water gain'd upon us fast.
We looked upon the moon: she seem'd
As far as when we saw her last.
We look'd: no terror did we show;
We did not care a button, we;
We knew the good ship could not go
Beyond the bottom of the sea.
But one—at best he was a lout—
The same, we guess, was short of chink—