Then reading on his 'bacco box,

He heaved a bitter sigh,

And then began to eye his pipe,
And then to pipe his eye.

And then he tried to sing "All's Well,"

But could not though he tried:

His head was turned, and so he chewed

His pigtail till he died.

His death, which happened in his berth,

At forty-odd befell:

They went and told the sexton, and

The sexton toll'd the bell.

n Margate Beach, where the sick one roams,
And the sentimental reads;

Where the maiden flirts, and the widow comes
Like the ocean-to cast her weeds ;-

Where urchins wander to pick up shells,
And the Cit to spy at the ships,-
Like the water gala at Sadler's Wells,--

And the Chandler for watery dips ;

There's a maiden sits by the ocean brim,

As lovely and fair as sin!

But woe, deep water and woe to him,

That she snareth like Peter Fin!

Her head is crowned with pretty sea-wares,
And her locks are golden and loose,
And seek to her feet, like other folks' heirs,
To stand, of course, in her shoes!

And all day long she combeth them well,
With a sea-shark's prickly jaw ;

And her mouth is just like a rose-lipped shell,

The fairest that man e'er saw!

And the Fishmonger, humble as love may be, Hath planted his seat by her side;

"Good even, fair maid! Is thy lover at sea,

To make thee so watch the tide?

She turned about with her pearly brows,
And clasped him by the hand;

"Come, love, with me; I've a bonny house

On the golden Goodwin sand."

And then she gave him a siren kiss,

No honeycomb e'er was sweeter;

Poor wretch! how little he dreamt for this
That Peter should be salt-Peter:

And away with her prize to the wave she leapt,

Not walking, as damsels do,

With toe and heel, as she ought to have stept,

But she hopt like a Kangaroo ;