IN THE BAY

The schooner swells its sails for the far-off seas,

The steamer pounds proudly far away,

But I'd sooner be ascudding in a ten-knot breeze

In my little lug and mizzen in the bay.

The schooner sings the wind's song from Bristol to Brazil,

The steamer knows the whole World's way,

But I can see a cottage on a windy hill

From my little lug and mizzen in the bay.

The schooner's up to hatches with her pig-iron, coal, and mud,

The steamer, plugged with cargo, heaves away,

But I can whiffle mackerel as through the waves I scud

In my little lug and mizzen in the bay.

O! living in a schooner is like living in a tree,

And a steamer's like a big hotel to-day,

If I had my choice of sailing, I know I'd soonest be

In my little lug and mizzen in the bay.