I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,— When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts His sisters and his cousins! Whom he reckons by the dozens, And his aunts!
Aunt Jo's scrap-bag inside cover c
Aunt Jo's scrap-bag inside cover d
ralph rackstraw.
josephine.
"I am the lowliest tar That sails the water. And you, proud maiden, are My captain's daughter."
"Refrain, audacious tar. Your suit from pressing; Remember what you are, And whom addressing."
