A Man after Twain’s own “Harte.”
There’s been some whales ’mong the buoys I’ve know’d,
(They was all on ’em high above par);
But the rightest sperm as ever blow’d
Was Joe Swife o’ Potiphar.
Joseph’s heighth was seven fut three,
All mussell and grit when he stripp’d,
On his face a network of scars you’d see,
(That is, where the dirt had chipp’d.)
Whenever the buoys had a rowdy on,