His sooty crew sent forth a laugh that rang from stem to stern A dozen pair of grimly cheeks were crumpled on the As many sets of grinning teeth came shining out at once : A dozen gloomy shapes at once enjoyed the merry fit, With shriek and yell, and oaths as well, like Demons of the Pit. They crowed their fill, and then the Chief made answer for the whole ; "Our skins," said he, “are black, ye see, because we carry coal; You'll find your mother sure enough, and see your native fields For this here ship has picked you up-the Mary Ann of Shields!" MONGST the sights that Mrs. Bond Enjoyed yet grieved at more than others, Were little ducklings in a pond, Swimming about beside their mothers Small things like living water-lilies, But yellow as the daffo-dillies. "It's very hard," she used to moan, "That other people have their ducklings To grace their waters-mine alone Have never any pretty chucklings." For why-each little yellow navy Went down-all downy-to old Davy! She had a lake-a pond, I mean Its wave was rather thick than pearly— She had two ducks, their napes were green— She had a drake, his tail was curly,--Yet 'spite of drake, and ducks, and pond, No little ducks had Mrs. Bond! The birds were both the best of mothers- For when, as native instinct taught her, They were web-footed too to see, As ducks and spiders ought to be! No peccant humour in a gander Brought havoc on her little folks,- The thing was strange--a contradiction It seemed of nature and her works! For little ducks, beyond conviction, To hear of ducks that could not swim! Poor Mrs. Bond! what could she do But change the breed-and she tried divers Which dived as all seemed born to do; In vain their downy coats were shorn; They floundered still!--Batch after batch went! |