Poll

Ha, Captain, how do you do?—Captain, your health, I say; Captain, I’ll have the pleasure of drinking your health to-day! ha! ha! ha! I’m very glad to see you!—You remember, perhaps, That wood in Carolina, the guns and all the traps;— To be sure you do!—Ladies, I’m a Carolina bird,— Some come from the East Indies, from the Cape too, I have heard; But I’m of Carolina—to the Big-bone lick I’ve been,— Now in that country there is something to be seen! Our Captain knows that! Ay, Captain, I say, Do you remember crossing the Cedar Swamp one particular day, When I got out of your pocket and flew away? Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! How it makes me laugh! You’d a pretty chase after me!—ha! ha! a pretty chase! And I sat in the hickory trees, laughing in your face! Ha! ha! ha! how I did laugh. What cypress-berries, cockel-burs, and beach-nuts grew there! You many look all this country over, and find none anywhere. And what fun it was—me, and a thousand beside, To fly in the merry sunshine through those forests wide, And build our nests—Oh, what nests we had?— Did you ever see one of our nests—Captain? Eh, my lad?