The Cotman Letters 1835-1837

When in trim vessels smoothly sailing
On Wensums bosom float the fair
To you each lovely face unveiling,
Most kindly courts your gentle stare -

As either steamer passes smoaking
The stranger's eyes are fixed on you;
They see you wriggling, skuggling, poking
But little know the good you do. -

Calmly pursue your mild vocation -
Make Wensum's stream a fit resort
For freighted barks from ev'ry nation,
Wafting their stores to Norwich Port.

F. W. Cotman.