. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ead. Wrinkled scolds, with hands on hips, Girls in bloom of cheek and lips. Wild-eyed, free-limbed, such as chase Bacchus round some antique vase, Brief of skirt, with ankles bare, Loose of kerchief and loose of hair. With conch-shells blowing and fish-horns and over the Maenads sang: Heres Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,Torrd an futhered an corrd in a corrtBy the women o Marbleead ! Small pity for him!—he sailed awayFrom a leaking ship, in Chaleur Baj,— 80 SKIPPER IRESO
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ead. Wrinkled scolds, with hands on hips, Girls in bloom of cheek and lips. Wild-eyed, free-limbed, such as chase Bacchus round some antique vase, Brief of skirt, with ankles bare, Loose of kerchief and loose of hair. With conch-shells blowing and fish-horns and over the Maenads sang: Heres Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,Torrd an futhered an corrd in a corrtBy the women o Marbleead ! Small pity for him!—he sailed awayFrom a leaking ship, in Chaleur Baj,— 80 SKIPPER IRESONS RIDE. Sailed away from a sinking wreck,With his own towns-people on her deck! Lay by ! lay by ! they called to him,Back he answered, Sink or swim !Brag of your catch of fish again ! off he sailed through fog and rain !Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart. Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed, Little the wicked skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so blue, Riding there in his sorry trim. Like an Indian idol, glum and grim. Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear,. Tarred and feathered and carried in a cartBy the women of Marblehead! Fathoms deep in dark ChaleurThat wreck shall lie and sister, wife and maid,Looked from the rocks of MarbleheadOver the moaning and rainy sea,—Looked for the coming that might not be!\^Tiat did the winds and the sea-birds sayOf the crnel cajitain who sailed away ? —Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard and feathered and carried in a cartBy the women of Marblehead ! Through tlie street, on either flew windows, doors swung wide;Sharp-tongued spinsters, old wives gray,Treble lent to the fish-horns bray,Seaworn , crififde of old sailors run aground,Shook head and fist, and hat, and cane,And cracked with ctirscs the hoarse refrain :•* Heres Find Oirson, fur his horrd horrt,Torrd an futherrd an rorrd in a corrtBy the women o Marbleead I Of voices shout
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