“In this bag there is more than a thousand pound, And I give it all to you: In a Spanish galloon that money I found, (It’s a thing which I frequently do). “But in this place you’d be sure to spile, So now I will give you a tip: Just walk to the other side of this isle, And there you will find a ship. “You’ll find her there as sure as you’re born; Her name is the _Clara Belle_, She sails for Havanna in the morn, So, matey—fare-you-well! “Farewell—for here I cannot bide.” He turned his back to the shore, And walked right into the risin’ tide, And I never beheld him more. So we never should doubt of a mystery, There are lots of ’em round us still; For nobody knows what’s down in the sea, And nobody ever will. Said Brown, “That story now goes home to me. Folks say a witch, a wizard, and a Finn, Are all jint partners in all deviltry, The Devil himself of course bein’ counted in; And of these Northern conjurers I can sing A song if you will join me in the chorus. First take your drinks—that is the prudent thing, We never know in life what lies before us.” Which having done, himself he did begin The wondrous ballad of the “Wizard Finn.” THE WIZARD FINN As I suppose, you all have heard There’s no good luck with a Finn on board, I can tell you that is so. I’ve sailed with one and I ought to know: For it is true, upon my word, There’s no good luck with a Finn on board. Eric Jansen was his name, And from Christián’ he came; A seemly man all for to see, But devil a bit the man for me: For it is true, as all have heard, There’s no good luck with a Finn on board. From the hour he joined the ship, All went wrong in all the trip; ’Twas nothing but swear and growl and groan, And the weather was just the devil’s own: You may reckon it all absurd, But there’s no good luck with a Finn on board. Our grub was spoiled from that first hour, Except the vinegar all was sour; All you heard was Lubber! and Liar! And everything hot except the fire: For it is true, as all accord, There’s no good luck with a Finn on board. For as the doctors all do know, A Finn has fins between each toe: He is web-footed like a duck; Which is the cause of his bad luck: For it is true, as I averred, There’s no good luck with a Finn on board. And when at last it got so bad, That master and men were nigh gone mad, A rummerin’ whisper did begin That ’twas all along of this here Finn: For it is true, and on re-córd There’s no good luck with a Finn on board. And the long and short of this debate Was that one night our second mate, Bein’ as mad as a man might be, Pitched Eric Jansen into the sea: For it is true, unless I’ve erred, There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.