So overboard a keg of nails
And anvils three we threw,
Likewise four bales of gunny-sacks,
Two hundred pounds of glue,
Two sacks of corn, four ditto wheat,
A box of books, a cow,
A violin, Lord Byron’s works,
A rip-saw and a sow.
A curve! a curve! the dangers grow!
Haw the head mule!—the aft one gee!
Luff!—bring her to the wind!”
For straight a farmer brought a plank,—
And laying it unto the ship,
In silent awe retired.