And said to her one morning, "When another vessel starts
I'll scoot, and make my fortune, in romantic foreign parts."
And so I went and scooted, but how the thing was done,
Was not like any pic-nic, or passage made for fun.
We had hardly left the Channel, and were in the offing yet,
When the steward heard me snoring in the quiet lazarette.
It wasn't quite successful—the voyage—after this,
And when we got out foreign, I didn't land in bliss.
I worked my passage over, but the captain wasn't kind,