IV.
My sire will “row” me vigorously, My Mother sore complain, But, o’er life’s wildest waves I’ll fly E’er I touch shore again, Let sermons scare the goody good From Stage, or Bar, or Ring; But I, who am of gayer mood, Intend to have my fling.
My sire will “row” me vigorously, My Mother sore complain, But, o’er life’s wildest waves I’ll fly E’er I touch shore again, Let sermons scare the goody good From Stage, or Bar, or Ring; But I, who am of gayer mood, Intend to have my fling.