IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT .

I was, d'ye see, a waterman,
As tight and spruce as any,
'Twixt Richmond town
And Horsley down
I earn'd an honest penny:

None could of fortune's favours brag,
More than could lucky I,
My cot was snug, well fill'd my cag,
My grunter in the sty,
With wherry tight
And bosom light
I cheerfully did row,
And, to complete this princely life,
Sure never man had friend and wife
Like my Poll and my partner Joe.

II

I roll'd in joys like these awhile,
Folks far and near caress'd me,
Till, woe is me,
So lubberly
The press-gang came and press'd me:

How could I all these pleasures leave
How with my wherry part,
I never so took on to grieve,
It wrung my very heart.
But when on board
They gave the word,
To foreign parts to go,
I ru'd the moment I was born,
That ever I should thus be torn
From my Poll and my partner Joe.

III

I did my duty manfully
While on the billows rolling,
And, night or day,
Could find my way
Blindfold to the main-top bowling:

Thus all the dangers of the main,
Quicksands and gales of wind,
I brav'd, in hopes to taste again
The joys I left behind:
In climes afar,
The hotest war,
Pour'd broadsides on the foe,
In hopes these perils to relate,
As by my side attentive sate,
My Poll and my partner Joe.

IV

At last it pleas'd his majesty
To give peace to the nation,
And honest hearts
From foreign parts,
Came home for consolation:

Like lightning — for I felt new life,
Now safe from all alarms —
I rush'd, and found my friend and wife,
Lock'd in each other's arms!
Yet fancy not
I bore my lot
Tame like a lubber: — No;
For seeing I was finely trick'd,
Plump to the devil I fairly kick'd
My Poll and my partner Joe.