Back he answered, "Sink or swim! Brag of your catch of fish again!" And off he sailed through the fog and rain!

Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,

Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart

By the women of Marblehead!

Fathoms deep in dark Chaleur

That wreck shall lie forevermore. Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead

Over the moaning and rainy sea, — Looked for the coming that might not be!

What did the winds and the sea-birds

say