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!
[Decoration: Man with swag walking away]