“A storm! A dreadful storm!” dey said,
    So I went up on dack,
An in a minnut down I cum
    Upon my bottom – swack!

A gurt high waave cum tumblin o’er,
    Where I a sprawlin lay,
(I never seed the loike afore)
    An swum me clain away!

But I scratched up upon my fit,
    As t’other side I cum,
Another wave cum blundering down,
    An brung me on ma b…!

So dat give me another swim,
    Back where I fust begun;
Thinks I, uf dis be sailing now,
    ‘Tis no gurt sakes ov fun!

In dese two swims I hort ma head,
    So I went down below,
An creep’d into ma cubbud bed,
    Dreenin from top to toe!

Sum set, sum lay, as sick as death,
    An I as wet as sap –
Here young uns heads a yallopin
    Right in der mother’s lap!

Sum wished de world was never made –
    An sum had monsus airs-
Sum, frougten’d, thought dey soon shud die,
    An tried to say der prayers.

De wessel crack’d – I thought she’d break –
    De win and sea did roar;
De sailors rattled overhead –
    I wished maself ashore.

De storm however blow’d away,
    An we brish’d on quite well;
But as to say de road we went,
    Dat nubbedy can tell.

An how we ever foun de way,
    To me was monsus odd;
We never me but one ol’ ship,
    An den din’t ax de road;

De sky and sea was all we see,
    An not a bit ov shore;
I never though de world so big,
    Not half so big afore.