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MARRYAT IN "THE IMPERIEUSE."
See Mrs. Ross Church's Life and Letters of Captain Marryat.
Between the guns we laid him,
Our Middy, with the rest; The Mounseers off had paid him
For good at last we guessed; Young monkey, stayed for ever
Are all you tricks and fun; With your mad jokes you'll never
Serve out another one.
Our first Lieutenant going
Along-decks, thus gave tongue; " Well, he's done with his crowing ;
He won't live to be hung ;" Then Middy, most disgusted,
He wa'n't one to say die, Blinks his peepers and out-busted
Faintly, from his lips, " You lie ! "