THE CAROLINA PARROT. 43 
Like a grand velvet carpet, of orange, green, 
and yellow, 
Covering the ground! Ah, Captain! my good 
fellow, 
I had reason to rue the day you came there 
with your gun! 
I would laugh if I could, but to me it was no 
fun—heigh-ho ! 
No fun at all, Captain, heigh-ho! 
CAPTAIN. 
Nay, Poll, cheer up, you ’re better here 
Than at the Big-bone lick, my dear! 
Parrot. 
Captain, how you talk! we Parrots love each 
other— 
There you shot dozens of us,—my father and 
my mother,— 
I shall not forget it in a hurry,—what wailing 
and crying, 
What flying round and round there was! What 
comforting the dying! 
