"Have a care! that case holds liquor—

Stop the boat—I'm sick—oh Lord!"[5]

[5]

"Sick, Ma'am, damme, you'll be sicker,

Ere you've been an hour on board."

Thus are screaming

Men and women,

Gemmen, ladies, servants, Jacks;

Here entangling,

All are wrangling,

Stuck together close as wax.—

Such the general noise and racket,

Ere we reach the Lisbon Packet.

3.

Now we've reached her, lo! the Captain,

Gallant Kidd,[4] commands the crew;

Passengers their berths are clapt in,

Some to grumble, some to spew.

"Hey day! call you that a cabin?

Why't is hardly three feet square!

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