“Oh, give us some, we pray, for mercy’s sake!”
They sat them down, a longing, hungry band,
To eat, as if they ne’er had ate before,
Within the savoury dish each dipp’d a hand,
Until ’twas empty. Then arose a roar—
“’Tis not enough! Oh, give us more, more, MORE!
’Tis not more filling than the ocean’s foam.”
Then some one said,—“Eat not, friends, I implore!
Or how, when back to our own shores we roam,
Dare we kiss wives and sweethearts left at home?”