'T
WAS a hazy, mazy, lazy day,
And the good smack Emily idly lay
Off Staten Island, in Raritan Bay,
With her canvas loosely flapping,
The sunshine slept on the briny deep,
Nor wave nor zephyr could vigils keep,
The oysterman lay on the deck asleep,
And even the cap'n was napping.
The smack went drifting down the tide,—