Classic Poem

The boy stewed on the burning deck,
Whence all but him had fled;
And when they shouted, " Leave the wreck! "
He turned and hotly said,
" I'm goin' down with this 'ere ship —
Hulk, mast, jib - boom, and spanker;
And when I've made my briny trip,
You'll find Casa - by - anchor. "