That  schooner,  Bill,  harn't  left  the  roads,  with  oranges
and  nuts  !

Mrs.  F.
If  seas  have  roads,  they're  very  rough — I  never  felt  such
ruts  !

Boatman.
It's  neap,  ye  see,  she's  heavy  lade,  and  couldn't  pass  the
bar.
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Mrs.  F.
The  bar  !   what,  roads  with  turninkes  too  ?     I  wonder
where  they  are  !

Boatmaji,

Ho !      Brig    ahoy !    hard    up !    hard    up !    that    hibbcr
cannot  steer  !

Mrs.  F.
Yes,  yes, — hard  up  upon  a  rock  !     I  know  some  danger's

near  !
Lord,  there's  a  wave  !  it's  coming  in  !  and  roaring  like

a  bull !

Boatman.
Nothing,    Ma'am,    but   a    little    slop !     go  large,    Bill !
keep  her  full !

Mrs.  F.
What,  keep  her  full !    what  daring  work  !     When  full,
she  must  go  down  !

Boatvian,

^^^ly,  Bin,  it  lulls  !    ease  off  a  bit — it's  coming  off  the

town!
Steady  your  helm  !    we'll  clear  the  Pint!  lay  right  for

yonder  pink  !

Mrs.  F.
Be  steady — well,  I  hope  they  can  !    but    they've  got  a
pint  of  drink  !

Boatman.
Bill,  give  that  sheet  another  haul — she'll  fetch  it  up  this
reach.
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Mrs.  F.
I'm  getting  rather  pale,   I  know,   and  they  know  it  by

that  s])eech  !
I  wonder  what  it  is,  now,  but — I  never  felt  so  queer !

Boattnaa.
Bill,  mind  your  luff— v^hy.  Bill,   I  say,  she's  yawing —
keep  her  near  !

Mrs.  F.
Keep  near  !  we're  going  further  off ;  the  land's  behind
our  backs.
Boatman.
