There never was an Ocean—nothing but this Bay,

And if you'll be my bride, the whole world we'll explore,

In sight of New York Harbor and Staten Island shore.

Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,

Thus the married Captain sails his life away.

IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE.

Ye Parsons, desirous all sinners to save,

And to make each a prig or a prude,

If two thousand long years have not made us behave,

It is time you began to conclude.

Ye Husbands, who wish your sweet mates to grow mum,

And whose tongues you have never subdued,

If ten years of your reign have not made them grow dumb,

It is time to begin to conclude.

Ye Matrons of men whose brown meerschaum still mars

The sweet kiss with tobacco bedewed,

After pleading nine years, if they still puff cigars,

It is time you began to conclude.

Ye Lawyers, who aim to reform all the land,

And your statutes forever intrude,

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