And others check these with, 'Mind what you're about.' Here's a crazy old boat, laded dry with a shoe, There, a gay painted barge is forced on our view; In this, while Don Solus is jeered by the mob, 'See that empty boat, turn it out.' 'Here's a fine job.' Cries one, of some dozens squeezed into the next, 'I've left the pork pie, Oh dear, I'm so vex'd.' In the long boat, that shows a profusion of oar, From the Captain bursts forth a most terrible roar At his men; but the anger about whom, or what, Though they may remember, we soon had forgot. Here, infants were crying, mothers scolding outright, While the next party laughs at some comical sight. Now, watches and spy-glasses make their appearance, And Impatience, that vixen, begins interference; To beguile her, through portholes we eagerly stare, For the nobles on deck are all taking the air. 'Hey-dey, what a bustle!' then 'All safe, all safe.' The crowd is return'd to its chatter and laugh. 'Pray, what was the matter?' 'From the boat, near the ship, A woman fell over, and so got a dip.' But a hum of applause, yes, his triumph is full, Yet this hum of applause has betrayed our John Bull, 'What hum of applause? come, I prithee, be brief.' Why, John was delighted to see them _ship beef_. With a smile 'tis observed by the Briton polite, How the glee of the crowd was improv'd, by the sight, For the rough, honest tar, had declared from his heart, That he thought this a sight that would beat Bonaparte. Some, again, with composure, predict peace and war, Others look at the great folks, and fancy a star; But we, much fatigued, six o'clock now approaching, And on our good nature we thought them encroaching, When boats are made bridges, nay, tempted to think That through some of these freedoms, not strange we should sink. But here I must mention, when all was most merry, As here is each size, from the long-boat to wherry, When the crowd should disperse, I was fearful, I own, Lest your small boats, by barges, should then be run down. But a truce with our hopes, our predictions and fears, For now, yes, at last, our grand object appears; And now, every eye to the ship is directed, Though to see Bonaparte, I no longer expected; For between us what number of men! and aghast We stood, as still thicker and thicker the mast. [? _mass_] But now see Napoleon, who seems in his figure, What we call mediocre, nor smaller, nor bigger; For, in spite of our fears, how it was, I can't tell, What our distance allowed of, we saw very well. But, in this we're full right, for now, hurry scurry, Boat rows against boat, with the madness of fury; The show was all over, but time was out staid By some, and by others, attempts were still made To get round the ship, in hopes Bonaparte might At some place yet be seen, thus to perfect their sight."