The courier., 1901-07-06


But you've slobbered along where you don't
belong, an you've gone an spilled
the thing,
An now, by the pink tailed Wah hoo fish,
you'll take your dose, by jingv'
So, actin by orders, the cook fetched up
our biggest knife on board,
An he ripped that shark in his midship bulge;
then the Old Man he explored.
An after a while, with nasty smile,
he give yank an twist,
"Huroow yells he, and then we see
the liver einehee in his fist.
Still actin by orders, the cook fetched out
his needle an biggest twine-
With herrin bone stitch sewed up the shark
all right an tight an fine.
We throwed him back with mighty smack
an the look as he swum away
Was the most reproaehfulest kind Of look
I've seen for many day.
An the liver was throwed in the seuttle butt
to keep it all fresh an cool,
Then we up with our sheet an off we beat,
ehasin' that mackerel school.
We sailed all day IN a criss cross way,
but the school it skipped an skived,
1t lodged and dueked, an backed an bueked,
an scootcd an swum an dived.
An we couldn't catch EN-, the best we do
an oh, how the Old Man swore!
He went an he gareled his throat in lie,
twas peeled so raw an sore.
But at last, way off at the edge Of the sea
we suddenly CHANGED to spy
A tall back fin come fannin' in,
against the sunset sky.
Az The ahoaI of.t eh ,oso oIp 81
with a shiftin' an silvery hue,
With here a splash an there a dash,
an ripple shootin' through.
An the Old Man jumped six feet from deck;
he hollered an says, says he:
"Here comes the biggest maekerel school
since the Lord set off the sea
An right behind, if haint blind
by the prong jawed dog fishis bark,
Is finnin' that mis'able hog Of the sea
that Gverless, shag eyed shark"
BIT we out with our bait an down with
our hooks, an we fished an fished an
fished,
While round in a circle, cuttin' the sea
that back fin whished and slished;
An we noticed at last he was hsrdin' the
school an drivin' en- on our bait,
An they bit an they bit an we pulled EN-
in at reg lar wholesale rate.
We pulled en- in till the Sairy Ann
was wallerin' with her load,
An we stopped at last cause there want
no room for the maekerel to be slowed.
Then up come a finnin' that hverless shark,
an he showed his stitched up side,
An the look in his eyes was such a look
that fho oil M,c g..
We rugged tackle an lowered a moose
an the shark stuck up his neck,
Then long and slow, with heave yo no,
we hiisted him Up on deck.
The skipper he blubbered an grabbed fin
an gave it hearty shake;
Says he, aOld man, don't lay it up
an we II have drop to take
An, actin by orders. the cook fetched up
our keg Of good old rum;
The shark he had his drink poured first,
an all Of Us then took some.
Still actin by orders, the cook he took
an he picked them stitches out.
An we all turned to, an we lent a hand;
though Of course we had some doubt
As to how he'd worn it an how twas
hitched' an whuther twas tight or slack
But as best we could as we understood
we put that liver back.
Then we sewed him up, an we shook his
fin an we give him another drink,
We isted him over the rail again
an he Civ Us partin' wink.
Then he swum away, an | dast to say,
although he was rather sore,
de felt that he started the trouble first,
an we done our best an more.
Cause dozen times fore the season closed
an the maekerel skipped to sea,
be herded a school an drove en- in
as gentlemanlike as could Be,
Wed toss him drink, an he d tip wink,
as soeiable as ye please.
No kinder nor better hammered shark
has ever swum the seas.