III. As I ride, as I ride, When an inner voice has cried, The sands slide, nor abide (As I ride, as I ride) O'er each visioned homicide Cocked his flap-hat with the tosspot- Twisted his thumb in his red moustache, That came vaunting (has he lied?) Shrugged his hump-shoulder, to the To reside where he died, As I ride, as I ride. IV. As I ride, as I ride, Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied, Shows where sweat has sprung and - Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed V. As I ride, as I ride, Could I loose what Fate has tied, All that's meant me- satisfied NATIONALITY IN DRINKS. I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, II. Our laughing little flask, compelled Thro' depth to depth more bleak and shady; As when, both arms beside her held, Feet straightened out, some gay French Is caught up from life's light and motion, Up jumped Tokay on our table, Blew with his bugle a challenge to Drouth, beholder, For twenty such knaves he should laugh but the bolder: And so, with his sword-hilt gallantly 56 jutting, And dexter-hand on his håunch abutting, Went the little man, Sir Ausbruch, strutting! Here's to Nelson's memory! 'Tis the second time that I, at sea, Am I his to command in prose or rhyme! He says that at Greenwich they point the To Nelson's coat, "still with tar on the shoulder: "For he used to lean with one shoulder digging, Jigging, as it were, and zig-zag-zigging "Up against the mizen-rigging!" |