The gumbos, the greens, and the carrots— Likewise for the monkeys and parrots, And corn and potatoes and all! Here John of Baltimore spoke out: said he— “Mates, you must know I’m goin’ to leave the sea; I’ve had a fortune left me, as I learn, So now I guess I give the land a turn. I am not one who a sea-life belittles, But do confess I cannot stand the vittles: You may correct me if you think I’m wrong; But first I’ll give my sentiments in song:” THE SAILOR’S FAREWELL Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! For I am going home, To keep me warm and dry, No more on the seas to roam. Roast beef and turkey free, And likewise chicken-pie, Salt junk—farewell to thee! Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! I’m going to the land Where ham and eggs they fry; Veal cutlets are on hand; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! Roast duck doth there abound, And mince and apple-pie In stacks is lyin’ round; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! I smell the rich roast goose, A second slice I’ll try; A third I shan’t refuse; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! Planked shad is very fine; I’m in for living high, On terrapins with wine; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! I seek my native soil, For soft-shell crabs I sigh, And oysters on the broil; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! Unto the canvas-back Myself I will apply, And hickory nuts I’ll crack; Of chinquapins no lack; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! The buckwheat-cake shall boom, The Jersey sausage fry; Amid green corn I’ll bloom, And hominy consume; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! I see the cranberry sauce, All with my mental eye; Plum-pudding I will boss; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! Venison on chafing-dish, With jelly, by the bye, Coffee and fresh cat-fish; Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! I’ll soon be on the strand Where luscious reed birds fly; My own—my Maryland— Hard tack and cheese, good-bye! Old Ocean with thy foam, For thee no more I sigh; For I am going home! Hard tack and cheese, good-bye!