They, at last, lay the gambler undone on the shelf,
And then he is taken by old Nick himself;
Besides, he's a noodle undoubted, who'd try
To be making a living by going to die!
15. The boy Jones sent to sea.
Jones, you'll be tossed at sea, as I've a notion;
But the dread perils of the ocean, O shun!
Winds, when the fair Aurora dawns, O roar
Not in your might till Jones has gone ashore;
Waters, swell not yon yeasty billows high,