In fact he coolly took my arm—
“There was a ship,” quoth he.
“Bother your ships!” said I. “Is this
The time a yarn to spin?
This is a wedding, don’t you see,
And I am next of kin.
“The wedding-breakfast has begun,
We’re hungry as can be—
Hold off! Unhand me, longshore man!”
With that his hand dropt he.