Falling into the sea, the brined water ? 

 Yes, into th unfathomed Pelagic, 

 Falls into the sea, the entomber, 

 The cold, cheerless home of the fishes-, 

 Of the slippery Eel, the Con-vul-vus 

 Slipping here, slipping there, the Co?i-vul-vu$ 

 Now here, and now there, the Con-vul-vus 9 

 Now there, the lithe, clammy Con-vul-vus : 

 And with him the Flounder, so slimy, 

 The Flounder, so slimy, so scaly, 

 In the desolate home of the fishes, 

 In the shivering home of the fishes, 

 The dank, dreary home of the fishes, 



Of the fishes 







Yes, the fishes, 

 The fishes !- 



See ! there, thro the clouds the young Luna, 

 Yes, the Argentine beams of young Luna, 

 Young Luna with beams all of silver, 

 Thro the gooseberry bushes, young Luna, 

 Yes, the gooseberries Ah ! the gooseberries! 

 While there, on the toad-stool Smell-fungus 

 The bull-frog the Co-ax-ker chunJc-a 

 Yes, with green, glistening eye-balls, the Bull-frog, 



