One night came on a hurricane,
  The sea was mountains rolling,
When Barney Buntline turned his quid,
  And said to Billy Bowling:
“A strong nor’wester ’s blowing, Bill;
  Hark! don’t ye hear it roar now?
Lord help ’em, how I pities them
  Unhappy folks on shore now!

“Foolhardy chaps who live in towns,
  What danger they...