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 But ere I left, greeted the rails, To ask condition of their sails To C. O. S.; the first seen in the way Presented a petit boquet, His sails were white, his sails were torn, The three day’s storm had made him brown— Promised after he’d repair’edrepair’d [sic] his hull, Would call and see if meeting null; I then hied to the house first said, To breakfast, dine, or to be fed; Indeed, had the pleasure to feed Kind Blodget, of both he had need; He did hawk this high up street, Four quarters of Camden beef, Helped him sell at $2 per pound, Purchaser taking it all around; The male landlord’s would stuff your ears, There had been nothing to eat for three years, And openly charge $30 per day, Half feed, and tend to get you away. In the country, but not the city, For strangers, some have little pity; Big notes are shucks, little ones too, A five dollar note breakfast for two; True, my landlady for your board, Takes fives at their face she does’ntdoesn’t [sic] hoard; For me and herself what’s better still, For my extra meal a five dollar bill, For ev’ry sea of trouble there’s a green spot, A hoven or island, it matters not, Untenanted by pirates or other vermin,