Oh, etiquette’s a horrid bore!
I erred, and hence am broken-hearted.
The whole huge Fleet the signal read—
Confound that thoughtless act of folly!
What could I do but bow my head,
And bid a long [?] adieu to Solly?
* * * * *
You see ’twas getting on for night,
And true-bred tars, e’en midst carouses,
Think with considerate delight