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 "Of one alone I nightly dream,
 * An able mariner is he,

And gaily serves the Gen'ral Steam-
 * Boat Navigation Companee.

I'll marry him, if he but will— His name, I rather think, is.

"I see him when he's not aware,
 * Upon our hospitable coast,

Reclining with an easy air,
 * Upon the port against a post,

A-thinking of, I'll dare to say, His native Chelsea far away!



"Oh, mon!" exclaimed the Customs bold,
 * "Mes yeux!" he said, which means "my eye."

"Oh, chère!" he also cried, I'm told,
 * "Par Jove," he added, with a sigh.

"Oh, mon! oh, chère! mes yeux! par Jove!
 * Je n'aime pas cet enticing cove!"