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But a terrible blunder they made with their strife, .
For I ne'er saw the sea nor a ship in my life.
Then away to a tender they bid me to steer,
But of tenderness, devil a morsel was there !
Tho' I roar'd and I strove — oh, it would not avail-
In the cellar of the ship they crammed Patrick
O'Neal.
Next morning from Dublin they sail'd with their
prey;
I was half-starv'd and sea-sick the rest of the way;
Not a mile-stone I saw ; not a house, nor a bed';
All was water and sky, till we came to Spit head.
Then they calt'd out " all hands !" — hands and feet
, soon obey'd ;
Oh ! I wish'd myself home, cutting turf with a spade ;
For the first sight I saw made my spirits to fail —
'Twas a great swimming castle for Patnck O'Neal.
Now this terrible monster roll'd about on the tide,
And a large row of teeth were stuck fast in his side.
Then they bid me to mount, and desir'd I would
keep
A fast hold with my trotters, for fear I should slip ;
So I let go my hands, to hold fast by my toes,
But the ship gave a roll — So away my head goes ;
I plump'd down in the water, and splash'd like a
whale ;
But with boat-hooks they fish'd up poor Patrick
O'Neal.
Then midst shouts, jests, and laughter, they hoisted
me in
To this great wooden-world, full of riot and din. j

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