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Poetry.
It seem'd Noah ' s Ark , full of different guests , Hogs , pedlars , sheep , sailors , and all other beasts : Some drank bladders of gin , some drank pitchers of ale ; And they sung , curs'd , and laugh'd at poor PATRICK O'NEAL ,, NOW a rough-mouth'd rapscallion on deck did advance , So hoarse that he whistled , which made them all prance : Up the cords some like monkeys ran ; someI declare
, , Like gibbets , or rope-dancers , hung in the air : They clapp'd sticks in the capstern—as I afterwards found-Where a chap sat and fifed , as they twisted him round : So the ship rais'd her anchor—spread her wings and set sail , With a freight of live lumber—and PATRICK O'NEAL . To go down below I express'd a great
wish-Where they live under water like so many fish : I was put in a mess with some more of the crew ; But they said 'twas Banyan day—so gave me burgoo t For a bed they'd a sack , that swung high as my chin ; They call'd it a hammock , and hid me get in ; I laid hold—took a jump—but my footing was frail , For it -flung me clean over—poor PATRICK O'NEAL ! By some help I got in , where Irock'd all the night ; .
But when day broke , my rest broke with terrible fright : Up hammocks , down chests—was roar'd out from each part- — Here ' s a French ship in sight I—up and down went my heart . To a gun I was station'd—they cried , with an oath , To pull off his breeches , unmuzzle his mouth ; They took off the apron that cover'd his tail , And his leading-strings gave to poor PATRICK O'NEAL . Then our thick window-shutters we pull'd up with speed
, And we run out our bull-dogs of true British breed : The Captain cried England and Ireland , my boys ! When he menlion'd old Ireland , my heart made a noise . Now the nose of our gun did the Frenchman defy ; They clapp'd fire on his back , and bid him let fly—Such a crack made me jump , tho' I held by the tail ; But the creature leap'd back—knock'd down PATRICK O'NEAL
Thus we rattled away , by my soul , hob or nob , Till the Frenchman gave up what he thought a bad job : Then to tie him behind , a large cord did they bring , And we led him along like a pig in a string : So away to old England we brought the French boy—Oh I—the sight ofthe land made me sea-sick with joy : But they made a fresh peace when the war grew too stale , And set all hands adrift—with poor PATRICK O'NEAL .
Now here on dry land a wet course I can steer—Nor the cat-head , the cat-block , nor the boatswain's cat fear Whilst there ' s shot in the locker , I'll sing , I'll be bound—And Saturday night shall last all the week round . But should peace grow too sleepy , and war call amain , By the piper of Leinster I I'd venture again—Make another dry voyage—bring you home a fresh tale , That you'll cry till you laugh at poor PATRICK O'NEAL . Yyz ¦ . ..
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
It seem'd Noah ' s Ark , full of different guests , Hogs , pedlars , sheep , sailors , and all other beasts : Some drank bladders of gin , some drank pitchers of ale ; And they sung , curs'd , and laugh'd at poor PATRICK O'NEAL ,, NOW a rough-mouth'd rapscallion on deck did advance , So hoarse that he whistled , which made them all prance : Up the cords some like monkeys ran ; someI declare
, , Like gibbets , or rope-dancers , hung in the air : They clapp'd sticks in the capstern—as I afterwards found-Where a chap sat and fifed , as they twisted him round : So the ship rais'd her anchor—spread her wings and set sail , With a freight of live lumber—and PATRICK O'NEAL . To go down below I express'd a great
wish-Where they live under water like so many fish : I was put in a mess with some more of the crew ; But they said 'twas Banyan day—so gave me burgoo t For a bed they'd a sack , that swung high as my chin ; They call'd it a hammock , and hid me get in ; I laid hold—took a jump—but my footing was frail , For it -flung me clean over—poor PATRICK O'NEAL ! By some help I got in , where Irock'd all the night ; .
But when day broke , my rest broke with terrible fright : Up hammocks , down chests—was roar'd out from each part- — Here ' s a French ship in sight I—up and down went my heart . To a gun I was station'd—they cried , with an oath , To pull off his breeches , unmuzzle his mouth ; They took off the apron that cover'd his tail , And his leading-strings gave to poor PATRICK O'NEAL . Then our thick window-shutters we pull'd up with speed
, And we run out our bull-dogs of true British breed : The Captain cried England and Ireland , my boys ! When he menlion'd old Ireland , my heart made a noise . Now the nose of our gun did the Frenchman defy ; They clapp'd fire on his back , and bid him let fly—Such a crack made me jump , tho' I held by the tail ; But the creature leap'd back—knock'd down PATRICK O'NEAL
Thus we rattled away , by my soul , hob or nob , Till the Frenchman gave up what he thought a bad job : Then to tie him behind , a large cord did they bring , And we led him along like a pig in a string : So away to old England we brought the French boy—Oh I—the sight ofthe land made me sea-sick with joy : But they made a fresh peace when the war grew too stale , And set all hands adrift—with poor PATRICK O'NEAL .
Now here on dry land a wet course I can steer—Nor the cat-head , the cat-block , nor the boatswain's cat fear Whilst there ' s shot in the locker , I'll sing , I'll be bound—And Saturday night shall last all the week round . But should peace grow too sleepy , and war call amain , By the piper of Leinster I I'd venture again—Make another dry voyage—bring you home a fresh tale , That you'll cry till you laugh at poor PATRICK O'NEAL . Yyz ¦ . ..