Then Susan offered him her hand: Love made her accents falter, "Thankee," says he; "but I prefers A _cable_ to a _altar_." For Guy of foreign shores had heard, And wonders there that be; He scarce could think such stories true, So he went out to _sea_. Poor Susan saw her sailor start On board a ship of war; Which raised her love to such a _pitch_, She thought she'd be a _tar_. So, casting off her female gear, She joined the merry crew; And round the world, thro' storm and strife Did Sue her love pursue. And she and Guy became sworn friends, No hint of love e'er dropping, Till, one day, Guy confessed he liked A pretty maid at Wapping. Then Susan home like lightning flew, And so well played her part, In likeness of a captain bold, She won that fair maid's heart. And, following her advantage up (So dazzling is ambition!) Our captain soon prevailed on her To _altar_ her condition. The wedding o'er, away she went, To Guy the tidings carried, And gave to him the newspaper That told his love was married. Then Guy a loaded pistol took: "I'll kill myself!" he cried; "Because I will not _side_ with _Sue_, I'll be a _suicide_." When Susan heard him say these words, She at _her_ brains let fly: And down, a corse, he sank, by Jove; And down she sank—by Guy!