THE ALARMED SKIPPER.
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"We're all a set of stupid fools
To think the skipper knows by tasting
What ground he's on,—Nantucket schools
Don't teach such stuff, with all their basting!"
To think the skipper knows by tasting
What ground he's on,—Nantucket schools
Don't teach such stuff, with all their basting!"
And so he took the well-greased lead,
And rubbed it o'er a box of earth
That stood on deck—(a parsnip bed)—
And then he sought the skipper's berth.
And rubbed it o'er a box of earth
That stood on deck—(a parsnip bed)—
And then he sought the skipper's berth.
"Where are we now, Sir? Please to taste."
The skipper yawned, put out his tongue,
Then oped his eyes in wondrous haste,
And then upon the floor he sprung!
The skipper yawned, put out his tongue,
Then oped his eyes in wondrous haste,
And then upon the floor he sprung!
The skipper stormed, and tore his hair,
Thrust on his boots, and roared to Marden,
"Nantucket's sunk, and here we are
Right over old Marm Hackett's garden!"
Thrust on his boots, and roared to Marden,
"Nantucket's sunk, and here we are
Right over old Marm Hackett's garden!"
