It was the good chip Ricsha, And she sailed the Sudden Sea Created by the and wind of Sunda; And her skipper and her engineer, he whistled cheerily At the thought of silver he would earn ere Ni And 1, behold, soiled jor a change, reousle thet range We weathered a cape and a famous ban Where grey-stone front did more than swank In a street that resembled a swimming tank; And the skipper, he sang right lustily, At the thought of the coin he'd extract from me, Whenever we should get there—Whenever we should get there.
We came, oh, joy! to the Then 1 breathed @ prayer that naught might send A quietus (0 the skipper's 401 Or'let him suspect that aught ras wrong:
For, you see, 1 had only ten cente—You see, I had only ten conte, The gale most have guessed it—it gave blast, Just when J thought that all danger was past: It mocked the skipper with fearsome howl, Driving his song to his lower bowel, Blowing the ship towards the Quai de France, Leaving me wet to the singlet and pants, Marooned in a sea of mud—Marooned in a sea of mud.
I bethought me of Shanghai's pioneers Who passed heaven knows just how many years, Surrounded by mud and without shedding tears, Fo all purposes and intents.
And I murmured, "How much better off am 1, Though twill be darkest night before I am dry."
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