Farewoll, thou once romantic sea!
Thy solitude long since no more, With chattering electricity Reporting gossip from the shore! Lo, one by one, the things that marked Thee as unique, go by the board, Tilt ships,-once anchored, now are "parked."
Thing wedge trendeth modern ward.
Expediency now rules the wave Where once did Neptune, in his And they who thy quaint speech firs!
Unto thee, now. exclaim, "Good-night!" Proud ships, responding to the helm is called, and starboard," eke, and "right" will overwhelm, Their gait, like beast of burden, meek, Thou wilt, like ox that's wearied sore Beneath the yoke, O stately barque, Respond to raucous "gee!" and "haw!"
Though red and green light still shall mark Respective sides at night, command Shall strangely issue forth, Mayhap Some ribald-jesting foremast hand Shall spank thy stern, and shout "Giddap!"
So changteh all that once was prized, Naught is just as it ised to be. The choicest that Time hath devised, Meets, soon or late, obscurity.
Perchanee the new names may be right But one, of landmarks all bereft, Renews his plaint: "Behold the -plight Of them for whom there's nothing Jeff."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.