Are stored upon board for my use on the way,
A best Lipscombe’s filter ensures the completest
Regard for my water-supply, day by day.
As for the passenger bipeds—poor devils,
Herring-like packed in the dark hold below!
Think of sea-sickness, and all of its evils—
Hatches all down—when it comes on to blow!
My sweet hay, my good water, and cabin so cool,
Compare with their berths, junk, and Thames from the tank!
Surely all must perceive how a fine short-horn bull