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THE PORT ADMIRAL.
'Twas at the landing place that's just below Mount Wyse, Poll leaned against the sentry's box, a tear in both her eyes : Her apron twisted round her arms, all for to keep them warm, Being a windy Christmas Day, and also a snow-storm. And Bet and Sue Both stood there too,
A-shivering by her side; They both were dumb, And both look'd glum
As they watched the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo :
At the admiral's house look'd she ; To thoughts before in limbo, She now a vent gave free. You have sent the ship in a gale to work,
On a lee-shore to be jammed; I'll give you a piece of my mind, old Turk : Port Admiral, you be damned.
Chorus.
We'll give you apiece of our mind, old Turk: Port Admiral, you be damned.
Whoever heard in the sarvice of a frigate made to sail On Christmas Day, it blowing hard, with sleet, and snow, and r^hail?
I wish I had the fishing of your back that is so bent, I'd use the galley poker hot, unto your heart's content. Here Bet and Sue Are with me too,
A-shivering by my side ; They both are dumb, And both look glum,
And watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo :
At the admiral's house looked she; To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free. You've got a roaring fire, I'll bet:
In it your toes are jammed; Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet: Port Admiral, you be damned ! |
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