But JOSEPH had a mate, A sailor stout and lusty, A man of low estate, But singularly trusty. Says he, "Cheer hup, young JOE! I'll tell you what I'm arter-- To that Fust Lord I'll go And ax him for his darter. [Illustration] "To that Fust Lord I'll go And say you love her dearly." And JOE said (weeping low), "I wish you would, sincerely!" That sailor to that Lord Went, soon as he had landed, And of his own accord An interview demanded. Says he, with seaman's roll, "My Captain (wot's a Tartar) Guv JOE twelve months' black-hole, For lovering your darter. "He loves MISS LADY JANE (I own she is his betters), But if you'll jine them twain, They'll free him from his fetters. "And if so be as how You'll let her come aboard ship, I'll take her with me now." "Get out!" remarked his Lordship. [Illustration] That honest tar repaired To JOE upon the billow, And told him how he'd fared. JOE only whispered, "Willow!" And for that dreadful crime (Young sailors, learn to shun it) He's working out his time; In six months he'll have done it. HER TERMS My wedded life Must every pleasure bring On scale extensive! If I'm your wife I must have everything That's most expensive-- A lady's-maid-- (My hair alone to do I am not able)-- And I'm afraid I've been accustomed to A first-rate table. These things one must consider when one marries-- And everything I wear must come from Paris! Oh, think of that! Oh, think of that! I can't wear anything that's not from Paris! From top to toes Quite Frenchified I am, If you examine. And then--who knows?-- Perhaps some day a fam-- Perhaps a famine! My argument's correct, if you examine, What should we do, if there should come a f-famine! Though in green pea Yourself you needn't stint In July sunny, In Januaree It really costs a mint-- A mint of money!