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On deck beneath the awning	A
I dozing lay and yawning	A
It was the gray of dawning	A
Ere yet the sun arose	B
And above the funnel's roaring	A
And the fitful wind's deploring	A
I heard the cabin snoring	A
With universal nose	B
I could hear the passengers snorting	A
I envied their disporting	A
Vainly I was courting	A
The pleasure of a doze	B
	-
So I lay and wondered why light	C
Came not and watched the twilight	C
And the glimmer of the skylight	C
That shot across the deck	A
And the binnacle pale and steady	D
And the dull glimpse of the dead eye	E
And the sparks in fiery eddy	D
That whirled from the chimney neck	A
In our jovial floating prison	F
There was sleep from fore to mizzen	F
And never a star had risen	F
The hazy sky to speck	A
	-
Strange company we harbored	G
We'd a hundred Jews to larboard	G
Unwashed uncombed unbarbered	G
Jews black and brown and gray	H
With terror it would seize ye	D
And make your souls uneasy	D
To see those Rabbis greasy	D
Who did naught but scratch and pray	H
Their dirty children puking	A
Their dirty saucepans cooking	A
Their dirty fingers hooking	A
Their swarming fleas away	H
	-
To starboard Turks and Greeks were	I
Whiskered and brown their cheeks were	I
Enormous wide their breeks were	I
Their pipes did puff alway	H
Each on his mat allotted	G
In silence smoked and squatted	G
Whilst round their children trotted	G
In pretty pleasant play	H
He can't but smile who traces	J
The smiles on those brown faces	J
And the pretty prattling graces	K
Of those small heathens gay	H
	-
And so the hours kept tolling	A
And through the ocean rolling	A
Went the brave 'Iberia' bowling	A
Before the break of day	H
	-
When A SQUALL upon a sudden	F
Came o'er the waters scudding	A
And the clouds began to gather	I
And the sea was lashed to lather	I
And the lowering thunder grumbled	G
And the lightning jumped and tumbled	G
And the ship and all the ocean	F
Woke up in wild commotion	F
Then the wind set up a howling	A
And the poodle dog a yowling	A
And the cocks began a crowing	A
And the old cow raised a lowing	A
As she heard the tempest blowing	A
And fowls and geese did cackle	L
And the cordage and the tackle	L
Began to shriek and crackle	L
And the spray dashed o'er the funnels	M
And down the deck in runnels	M
And the rushing water soaks all	N
From the seamen in the fo'ksal	N
To the stokers whose black faces	J
Peer out of their bed places	J
And the captain he was bawling	A
And the sailors pulling hauling	A
And the quarter deck tarpauling	A
Was shivered in the squalling	A
And the passengers awaken	F
Most pitifully shaken	F
And the steward jumps up and hastens	O
For the necessary basins	O
	-
Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered	G
And they knelt and moaned and shivered	G
As the plunging waters met them	P
And splashed and overset them	P
And they call in their emergence	Q
Upon countless saints and virgins	O
And their marrowbones are bended	G
And they think the world is ended	G
	-
And the Turkish women for'ard	G
Were frightened and behorror'd	G
And shrieking and bewildering	A
The mothers clutched their children	F
The men sung 'Allah Illah	N
Mashallah Bismillah '	-
As the warring waters doused them	P
And splashed them and soused them	P
And they called upon the Prophet	G
And thought but little of it	G
	-
Then all the fleas in Jewry	D
Jumped up and bit like fury	D
And the progeny of Jacob	R
Did on the main deck wake up	S
I wot those greasy Rabbins	O
Would never pay for cabins	O
And each man moaned and jabbered in	F
His filthy Jewish gaberdine	F
In woe and lamentation	F
And howling consternation	F
And the splashing water drenches	O
Their dirty brats and wenches	O
And they crawl from bales and benches	O
In a hundred thousand stenches	O
	-
This was the White Squall famous	O
Which latterly o'ercame us	O
And which all will well remember	I
On the th September	I
When a Prussian captain of Lancers	O
Those tight laced whiskered prancers	O
Came on the deck astonished	G
By that wild squall admonished	G
And wondering cried 'Potztausend	G
Wie ist der Sturm jetzt brausend '	-
And looked at Captain Lewis	O
Who calmly stood and blew his	O
Cigar in all the hustle	N
And scorned the tempest's tussle	N
And oft we've thought thereafter	I
How he beat the storm to laughter	I
For well he knew his vessel	N
With that vain wind could wrestle	N
And when a wreck we thought her	I
And doomed ourselves to slaughter	I
How gayly he fought her	I
And through the hubbub brought her	I
And as the tempest caught her	I
Cried 'GEORGE SOME BRANDY AND WATER '	-
	-
And when its force expended	G
The harmless storm was ended	G
And as the sunrise splendid	G
Came blushing o'er the sea	O
I thought as day was breaking	A
My little girls were waking	A
And smiling and making	A
A prayer at home for me	O

William Makepeace Thackeray

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