Shipped

My ship is coming, coming,

     It is now upon the way;

She has passed the reefs and ledges,

     And has entered in the bay.

Every sail is set and handled,

     By a gallant crew and bold;

Every flag is up and flying,

     That the story may be told.

Yes, my ship is coming, coming,

     I have felt it all along;

I can hear the jolly sea dogs,

     Bursting into hearty song.

She has dropped her sails and anchor,

     And she’s welcomed by the mob;

Yes, my ship has really got here,

     And I’m now without a job.

Sept. 16, 1895

B. Courier,

Oct. 27, ‘95