Mariner man

"What are you staring at, mariner man

Wrinkled as sea-sand and old as the sea?"

"Those trains will run over their tails,

if they can,

Snorting and sporting like porpoises. Flee

The burly, the whirligig wheels of the train.

As round as the world

and as large again,

Running half the way

over to Babylon, down

Through fields of clover

to gay Troy town-

A-puffing their smoke

as grey as the curl

On my forehead as wrinkled as

sands of the sea!-

But what can that matter

to you, my girl?

(And what can that matter to me?)"