Two men at the jury wheel, kickin' like a mule,
Bringin' home the _Rio Grande_ up to Liverpool.

"The seventh day off South Stack Light the sun began to shine;
Up come an Admiralty tug and offered us a line;
The mate he took the megaphone and leaned across the rail,
And this or something like it was the answer to her hail:
He'd take it very kindly if they'd tell us where we were,
And he hoped the War was going well, he'd got a brother there,
And he'd thought about their offer and he thanked them kindly too,
But since we'd brought her up so far, by God we'd see it through....

"Bringin' home the _Rio Grande_ (and we done it too),
Courses split and mainmast sprung--half a watch for crew--
Bringin' home the _Rio Grande_ and her freight as well,
Half-a-score of steamboatmen cursing her like hell--
Her as led the grain fleet home back in ninety-eight,
Ninety days to Carrick Roads from the Golden Gate--
Half-a-score of steamboatmen to steer and reef and haul,
Bringin' home the _Rio Grande_--ship and freight and all."

C.F.S.

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HELPFUL HOME HINTS

(_WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO THE WEEKLY PAPERS_).

To keep moth from a haggis, sprinkle well with prussic acid or cayenne