Good Work In The Building Of My

Captain Fisher, The Commander, With A Party Of Young Ladies From The City And Gentlemen Belonging To His Ship, Came One Day To Pay Me A Visit In The Midst Of A Deluge Of Rain.

Good Work In The Building Of My Vessel Stood Me Always In Good Stead.

But Where, After All, Would Be The Poetry Of The Sea Were There No Wild Waves?

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go.

The Days Pass Happily With Me Wherever My Ship Sails.