It gave a lurch and down he went, Three times he did not rise, alas! But down he went, right down at once, Like any stone he dived, He could not see, or hear, or feel Of senses all deprived! At last he gave a look around To see where he arrived! And all that he could see was green, And then he tried to sound beneath, There he was fain to lie, for he And lo! above his head there bent A mermaid she must surely be Her fish-like mouth was opened wide, Her eyes were blue and pale, Her dress was of the ocean green, When ruffled by a gale; Thought he "beneath that petticoat She looked as siren ought to look, For mariners to rue,― But when he saw her lips apart, It chilled him through and through! With either hand he stopped his ears Alas, alas, for all his care, His doom it seemed to die, Her voice went ringing through his head It was so sharp and high! He thrust his fingers further in At each unwilling ear, But still, in very spite of all, The words were plain and clear: "I can't stand here the whole day long, To hold your glass of beer!" With opened mouth and opened eyes, Up rose the Sub-marine, And gave a stare to find the sands And deeps where he had been: There was no siren with her glass! No waters ocean-green! The wet deception from his eyes Kept fading more and more, The small green parlor of The Ship, And little sanded floor! DOG-REL VERSES, BY A POOR BLIND. "Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars are coming. . . Он what shall I do for a dog? OLD BALLAD. Of sight I have not got a particle, Times, Chronicle - none A Mastiff once led me about, But people appeared so to fear him But Charity would not come near him. A Bloodhound was not much amiss, And thieves to their homes, I never could get home to supper. 242 DOG-GREL VERSES, BY A POOR BLIND. A Fox-hound once served me as guide, A good one at hill and at valley; He led me astray, To follow a milk-woman's tally. A turnspit once did me good turns At going and crossing, and stopping; Went off at full speed, To spit at a great fire in Wapping. A Pointer once pointed my way, But did not turn out quite so pleasant, At a Poulterer's shop To point at a very high pheasant. A Pug did not suit me at all, The feature unluckily rose up; When offering pence, Because of his turning his nose up. A Butcher once gave me a dog, That turned out the worst one of any; A Bull-dog's own pup, I got a toss up, Before he had brought me a penny. My next was a Westminster Dog, He never would draw A blind man so well as a badger. A greyhound I got by a swop, But, Lord! we soon came to divorces: Of cord like a slip, And left me to go my own courses. A poodle once towed me along, But always we came to one harbor; And shave his hind part, He constantly called on a barber. My next was a Newfoundland brute, As big as a calf fit for slaughter; So truly he backed I always fell into the water. I once had a sheep-dog for guide, His worth did not value a button; A Smithfield Ducrow, To stand on four saddles of mutton. |