“Joe, take de helm, Jack, go for’ard, Hoist de stanin jib, fly aroun, Up with the flying jib, Dorard, Hoist de main sail, now off we’re boun. “Keep out de current, Joe, look out, Keep close shore American side. See dem trying to beat us out, And Dolphin on Canada side. “Never mine rushes, don’t be fraid, Wine that center board clear up tight, Now we will lead de whole parade, We can beat em all goin light. “What’s dat, Jack, de Annie’s gainin? Too much current, Joe, hold her in, Pay off main sheet, now it’s rainin, Dat’s good, our ole sails hold more win. “See dare! de Sweeper’s ahead now, She’s boun to pass de light house firse, Never mine, she’s light draf scow, In de lak we’ll give her a burse. “Here we are in ole Lak St. Clair, Take de helm, Bob, give Joe a res, Lots of room here if all play fair, And we’ll not be de secon bes. “See de White Pigeon how she scoots, She has de bes breeze in de fleet, Cap’in Isaac swells in his boots, When he gets home he’ll have to treat. “What’s de matter? we’re fallin back, Dare is four or five ahead now, See de Lucinda in our track, And de Ruffin crossin our bow. “Set your fore gaff and your main gaff, Wing out dem sails, mind your helm, Bob, We’ll let em know we’re not a raff, To beat us da got a big job. “See de Abe Lincoln crawlin up, She’s hard to beat when by de win. But wid fair win can’t git de cup. And we are sure to beat her in. “Now de Comet’s pushin hard, Her big square sail catches de breeze, I wish we had a good fore yard. Never mine, she’s only a tease. “Git dat ole canvas out de hole, Lash it to fore riggin each side, Stretch it out good wid dem pike pole, Now Miss Comet can step one side. “Where’s de Louise an Margaret, St. Stephen an Napoleon? De Betsey’s behine, poor old Bet, De sweet Alvina’s comin on. “Where’s de Bronson and de Eugene, And de Margaret Alice too? Da’s way behine and can’t be seen. And de Axford all do she’s new. “What’s dat you say, she is groanin, Fire dat cannon, give em a greet, When she’s groanin den she’s goin, De ole Fair Trader leads de fleet, “Vansaw, bring out your ole fiddle, Play--de girl I lef so handy, Den Sallie go down de middle, And sweet Yankee doodle dandy. “Haul in dat main sheet, come in stays, Drop anchor, make dat cannon boom, Cap’in Poquet will git de praise, De ole Fair Trader’s won de broom.” A HAPPY CHOICE. We met at a party, The greeting was hearty, And her conduct was lady-like and kind, I noticed her reserve, And quickly did observe, That she was educated and refined.