A Life on the Ocean Waive.
(Composed by Mr. Twitters,
after a rough passage from Boulogne.)
A life on the ocean waive,
Don’t try for a home on the deep—
For your scattered senses rave,
If well you expect to keep.
Like a puppy whipt you’ll whine,
For the fresh and wholesome shore.
Or, heaving upon the brine,
For a “Basin, steward,” roar.