The thirteenth generation— Unlucky number this!— My grandam loved a pirate, And all my faults are his. A gallant, ruffled rover, With beauty-loving eye, He swept Colonial waters Of coarser, bloodier fry. He waved his hat to Danger, At Law he shook his fist. Ah, merrily he plundered, He sang and fought and kissed! Though none have found his treasure, And none his part would take, I bless that thirteenth lady Who chose him for my sake. SAVAGES The Heathen hailed us from the beach, Prayed the new gods to bless and teach. They worshiped us and gave us food, Sweet water and maize, nuts from the wood; Showed us safe harbor. Liquor and beads Got us broad acres for our needs; We set shrewd boundaries to the farms. Too generously we loaned them arms; Froward they grew and scorned our laws, They bared white fangs, unsheathed fierce claws. Haunts in the wilderness they made To spy upon our barricade, Our meeting-house and granaries, Coveting them with cruel eyes. One stole a heifer from our yard; We hanged the whelp; they scalped our guard; We shot their chief and eight tall braves. The devils swarmed from dens and caves, And burned the roofs above our heads; Murdered the children in their beds! With righteous wrath we armed for war, Scouring the forest near and far, River and lake with uncouth name, All the fair region once their claim, Killing the Redskin fiends at sight. At last we rid us of the blight; We made the savage race to cease, And earned a Sabbath Day of peace. We walled the tilth and reared this town. O great Jehovah looking down, Reward our pious people still, Who set Thy temple on the hill. PIRATE TREASURE A lady loved a swaggering rover, The seven salt seas he voyaged over, Bragged of a hoard none could discover, Hey! Jolly Roger, O. She bloomed in a mansion dull and stately, And as to Meeting she walked sedately, From the tail of her eye she liked him greatly, Hey! Jolly Roger, O.