"Sez I, 'I'm an ainshunt old skipper, that's all,
And I ain't never done nuffin wrong.'
He sez, 'You old lubber, just stow that blubber,
I'm a-going fer to haul yer along.'
"Then he puts out a fin like a big barndoor—
Now this 'ere is real straight truth—
It sounds like a fable, but he tuk my bloomin' cable,
And he tied it to his left front tooth!
"In another second more, at the bottom of the sea
The Crazy Jane was aground; Sez I,
'You oughter be ashamed of yerself,
It's a one-der as I wasn't drowned.'
"Then he calls on a porkeypine a-standin' quite near,
Sez he, 'Look arter this barge,'
'A-begging your pardon that's a wessel' I sez:
Sez he: 'Werry fine and large!'
"With one of hiz eye-lashes, thick as a rope,
He ties me on to his knoze,
Then down in a cave right under the sea
Like a flash of light we goes.
"He tuk me up to his wife, who was
A murmyaid with three tails;
She was havin' of her dinner, and perlitely she sez,
'Will you have some o' these 'ere snails?'
"So I sits me down by her buteful side—
She'd a face like a sunset sky;
Her hair was a sort of a scarlety red,
And her knoze was strait as a die.
"I hadn't sot a minit wen sez she to me,
'Sammy, don't yer know me agane?
Why, I'm the wife arter wot yer call'd yer ship;
Sure enuf, it was Craizy Jane—
"The wife as had bother'd me all my life,
Until she got drown'd one day,
When a-bathin' out o' one of them there masheens
In this wery same Margit Bay.
"The Sarpint was a-havin' of his dinner, and so
She perposed as how we should fly—
But, sez I to meself, 'What, take you back?
Not if I knose it,' sez I.