[Half turn astarn!—Half turn astarn! Go on!—Go on!]
Farewell! farewell! though I could stay and gaze
On thy bright tide, sweet Sea, for endless days;
But earthly voices call me to the shore,
I must away; fare—fare-thee-well once more!
(In a very small voice, half a mile off.)
[Holloa, marm, you can't get back! you've let the tide come up all roun you, and if you attempt to stir you're a drownded woman. Stop where you are, and hold fast by your camp-stool till the man comes; and he'll bring you ashore wery comfortable on his back for half-a-crown.]
A WATER PARTY.
TEA-TOTALLERS IN THEIR CUPS.
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