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THE ALARMED SKIPPER.
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"We're all a set of stupid fools To think the skipper knows by tastingWhat ground he's on,—Nantucket schools Don't teach such stuff, with all their basting!"
And so he took the well-greased lead, And rubbed it o'er a box of earthThat stood on deck—(a parsnip bed)— And then he sought the skipper's berth.
"Where are we now, Sir? Please to taste." The skipper yawned, put out his tongue,Then oped his eyes in wondrous haste, And then upon the floor he sprung!
The skipper stormed, and tore his hair,  Thrust on his boots, and roared to Marden, "Nantucket's sunk, and here we are  Right over old Marm Hackett's garden!"
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