The sky turned to black from blue,
And didn’t the rain come down!
“You’d be better below,” said the crew.
I only replied by a frown!
But my counsel now shall be,
Unless you, a madman, rave,
Don’t live on the tossing sea—
A home on the billows waive.
Yes, a life on the ocean waive, &c.
From The Man in the Moon. Vol. 3.