A-WHIZZING TOWARDS THE EAST.

Hurrah! at last Ill luck is past; My shammy weighs a ton! A drink or two, A shake for you, A smile for everyone! My number’s up— A stirrup cup! No Death’s head at the feast! As off I go With veins aglow, A-whizzing towards the East! Yet, wait a shake! Put on the brake, And shut the damper down! A kiss for you With eyes of blue! And you with eyes of brown! ’Tis oft declared A joy that’s shared Is seven-fold increased— Then jump aboard And trust the Lord, A-whizzing towards the East! The breezes tell— The stars as well— The tales I love to hear: Their voices seem As in a dream, Those missed for many a year. Then here with you! My cronies true! The nearest and the least! I’ll clink a glass, Then skim the grass, A-whizzing towards the East! With love and loot, And youth to boot, I’ll plough the ocean blue— They’re waiting me Upon the quay, And gaze the mistland through: Then shout afar, “Hurrah! Hurrah!” Like prisoners released— With sails outspread And “Steam ahead,” We’re whizzing towards the East!