And storms upon us roll,
She.—Ah, that's the time I do suppose
They look out for the pole.
He.—But if I should be sunk d'ye see,
She.—Bring up a coral wreath,
He.—Why if I were beneath the sea,
I could not see beneath.
She.—Yet if you should be cast away,
Without a cloak, or victual,
Remember me, a little, pray,