The Republican journal., 1903-06-18
The Cruise of the Susan Low; or a Hired
Mans Sea Song.

The Cruise of the Susan Low; or Hired
Mans Sea Song.
Hired dom farm work at old Seth Shaw's
Fifteen a month an my board, sech as
Board mostly pine-for something good,
nope would Quiz pc 'He 'oAe' 'e'A'ne0 y
| Seven of the caOw-kind, boss an hog
| Kept a Teller going at a pretty smart jog.
| Then old Seth Shaw went to pilin' on more,
| An let me out a-Sunday as a steve-a-dOre
| Swow take his pelt. He made me go
An help l0'd granite ON the Susan Low.
Granite was MONUMENT bound up to Yok
To stand on the grave of a rich old cock.
| We lowered in chunk as big as barn
| Up bobbed her bows and down soused her
Starn.
Me an dozen-all farming men
! Was sent down below for to trim her then
But Squall came up, an her bows up, too,
Lifted off the anchor, an away we flew.
Dozen hired men what had never been to
sea,
An as never had hankering to sail, wal,
Was a-ramming whoop-ti-whoop to where
we didn't know
In that old tin-dipper of Susan Low.
Fos'l was swelled like p'isened pup,
Sail ad been a-dryin an we had to leave
Could handle any critter from shote to a
COW,
But of sailin'-rig an sich-like we didn't
know how.
Bows stuck up like darned sore thumb,
Wind was mighty careless bout the way it
come,
Cufed us to the stab-board, damned us
tother way,
Squall piped music that was prob'ly kind
of gay;
Suke got to waltzin'-had to let her swosh,
Heads swum so bad couldn't stand, by gosh !.
Had Farmers Almanack, map an time O.
day.
Kept set O. fggers shown distance
straightaway,
Found out sartin that something was wrong
Down in the place where the lnjies be-
longed;
Sailed right over where the islands ought to
be,
But nothin amt there cept salt, wet sea.
Reckin that's news that the nation ought to
Twas what we dskivered in the Susan
At last seed brig with the Union Jack,
AM we asked her skipper for to take US
back.
Sukey want bad, an we'd jest's soon stay,
oAAS
way.
Cap'n o the brig he graowled like sin,
Hated wusser'n sanup for to take us in.
In about two days you bet that we
Was jest as sorry we'd come as he.
Wus old thing to pitch an roll,
ID ruther stuck to Susan if she'd gone to
the pole.
Things in the broadcast what can't say
Would walk with biskit right straight
away
If ye didn't like that ye could take your
pick,
OF round, creased dough-boys, heavy as
brick
Swallered 'em whole, like hen eats corn,
An couldn't git up when our lo'ds was on.
Then the blamed old brig she sprung a
An we bumped an pumped for solid
week,
Pumped till our eyes stuck out like knobs,
An the skipper a-yellin', "Git onto your
Them darned John Bulls they jest loafed
An allowed they'd saved us from gittin'
drowned.
Can't help thinkn' its t'other way,
For we pumped tina. brig both night an
day,
H'isted her in by our elbow grease;
Then the papers came out with greet
long piece:
-"Noble old captain of British brig"
They praised him up all nice an big
An Civ him medal of solid gold,
But the way we pumped went never
told.
oh, sailors life pre-haps may be
All right for those what likes the sea,
But you don't ketch me in reach of harm
AS hired man on sea-shore farm.
I'm a-gOin to live way up inShOre
Where there hain't no call for steve-a-
dore.
Then I can't go a-rammin' to where 1
DON'T know
In an old tin-dipper like the Susan Low.
Holman F. Day, in the Boston Journal.
Passed With Honors. Examining
Medical Professor-Now, sir, tell me
how you would treat case of typhoid
fever.
Student-Well, sir, 1 should first-I
should first-I-
E. NJ. P. impatiently)-Yes, yes; go
on.
Student Seized with brilliant idea)
Il should first call you in for consulta-
Bits.
The Cook-Would you mind giving
me recommendation, ma'am?
| The Mistress you have only
| Just come.
The Cook-But you may not want to
give me wan when l do be leaving.
Life.
Husband If l were to die, Mary,
what would you do?
Mary-I'd be most crazy.
Husband-Would you marry again?
| Mary-No; l shouldn't be as crazy
as that