Ah! now he might hope for a quiet life,
Which he never had known as yet,
’Tis true that he still possessed a wife,
And was not quite out of debt,
But he watch’d the vessel, this singular chap,
O’er the waves as she up’d and down’d,
And he felt exactly like Louis Nap.
When “the edifice was crown’d.”
Till over the blue horizon’s edge
She disappeared from view,