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Britain's Argonautic glory;
How the grand Discovery Fleet,
Several months sail'd several feet.—
“Sunday, hanging o'er the stove,
Thought the vessel meant to move.
Monday, rather felt the frost;
Tuesday, thump'd, and crost, and tost;
Wednesday, kick'd from post to pillar,
Knock'd the nozzle off the tiller;
Thursday, white bears in the distance,
Kill'd, long shots, severe resistance;
Ate a sailor once or twice—
White bears seldom over nice.
Friday, Mercury at zero,
Every soul on board a hero.
Saturday, all cased in rime,
Scarcely thaw'd at pudding-time;
Every nose of land or able,
Living ices at the table;
Crystallizing in a row,
Fine as Jarrin's Christmas show.
Britain's Argonautic glory;
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Several months sail'd several feet.—
“Sunday, hanging o'er the stove,
Thought the vessel meant to move.
Monday, rather felt the frost;
Tuesday, thump'd, and crost, and tost;
Wednesday, kick'd from post to pillar,
Knock'd the nozzle off the tiller;
Thursday, white bears in the distance,
Kill'd, long shots, severe resistance;
Ate a sailor once or twice—
White bears seldom over nice.
Friday, Mercury at zero,
Every soul on board a hero.
Saturday, all cased in rime,
Scarcely thaw'd at pudding-time;
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Living ices at the table;
Crystallizing in a row,
Fine as Jarrin's Christmas show.
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