Caesar, afloat with his fortunes!
And all the world agog,
Straining its eyes
At a thing that lies
In the water, like a log!
It's a weasel! a whale!
I see its tail!
It's a porpoise! a polywog!
Tarnation! it's a _turtle_!
And blast my bones and skin,
My hearties, sink her,
Or else you'll think her
A regular terror--pin!
The frigate poured a broadside!
The bombs they whistled well,
But--hit old Nick
With a sugar stick!
It didn't phase her shell!
_Piff_, from the creature's larboard--
And dipping along the water
A bullet hissed
From a wreath of mist
Into a Doodle's quarter!
_Raff_, from the creature's starboard--
_Rip_, from his ugly snorter,
And the Congress and
The Cumberland
Sunk, and nothing--shorter.
Now, here's to you, Virginia,
And you are bound to win!
By your rate of bobbing round
And your way of pitchin' in--
For you are a cross
Of the old sea-horse
And a regular terror--pin.