CATASTROPHE.
The captain drew his sword, and stood
To bear ’gainst all the brunt, sir,
And said—I mount not guard in rear,
But always in the front, sir;
He turn’d ’em one by one down stairs,
And shew’d the cook his ’tarse, sir,
While with his sword, as she pass’d by,
He PINK’D her in the a-se, sir.
