Classic Poem

To-morrow I am going
—I cannot tell you where
The wind is stoutly blowing
The ladies'—
(word of 2 syllables à discretion)
bare
And now for a toast!
(To Tuck the toast shall be)
I'm off along the coast,
I would he were with me.

For I'll be in a cabin,
Just 3 feet long, 4° square;
Just ponder on your Robin,
The figure of him there.
I don't give a dam,