Mopsa the Fairy :: :: University of Virginia Library

When I sit on market-days amid the comers and the goers,
Oh! full oft I have a vision of the days without alloy,
And a ship comes up the river with a jolly gang of towers,
And a ‘pull'e haul'e, pull'e haul'e, yoy! heave, hoy!’

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There is busy talk around me, all about mine ears it hummeth,
But the wooden wharves I look on, and a dancing, heaving buoy,
For 'tis tidetime in the river, and she cometh—oh, she cometh!
With a ‘pull'e haul'e, pull'e haul'e, yoy! heave, hoy!’

Then I hear the water washing, never golden waves were brighter,
And I hear the capstan creaking—'tis a sound that cannot cloy.
Bring her to, to ship her lading, brig or schooner, sloop or lighter,
With a ‘pull'e haul'e, pull'e haul'e, yoy! heave, hoy!’

‘Will ye step aboard, my dearest? for the high seas lie before us.’
So I sailed adown the river in those days without alloy.
We are launched! But when, I wonder, shall a sweeter sound float o'er us
Than yon ‘pull'e haul'e, pull'e haul'e, yoy! heave, hoy!’