did he make the estuary?
was the Cant smiling
and the Knock smooth?
Did our Tidal Father bear him
by Lower Hope to Half Reach?
Did he berth in the Greenlanda or was she moored
in the Pool?c
Did he tie up across the water
or did she toss at the Surrey shore?
Had he business at Dockhead?
Did he sign Tom Bowlinec on:
in place of the drownded Syro-Phoenician?d
Did he bespeak
of Eb Bradshaw, Princes Stair:
listed replacement of sheaves to the running-blocks, new dead-eyes to the standing shrouds, some spare hearts for the stays, a heavy repair in the chains, some nice work up at the hounde
. . . would he expedite.
It ’ld be well worth his while—for a tidy consideration could she have preference—for she must weigh on time or the dues ’ld ruin ’em—would he, for once, oil an elbow— would he please to hustle the job—and not so over nice with the finish.
Not for a gratis load of the sound teak in
and that we could well do with.
Not for a dozen cords of Norweyan, red nor yaIler, paid for, carried and stacked.
Not for a choice of the best float of Oregon in the mast-pond.