The Margery D. was a trim little ship , The men they could man , and the skipper could skip ; She sailed from her haven one fine summer day , And she foundered at sea in the following way ,— To-wit : Peace ! Peace , Mother Carey , hear your chickens screech ! Come , boys ! The captain was thirsty , and so was each man , They ladled the grog out by cup and by can , The night it was stormy , they knew not the place , And they sang as they sank the following grace ,— To-wit : There , there now .The magistrates are not as quick to hear a sailor sing as thou art to take his orders . Bring us a pint apiece . Aye . Now , lads , bargain out your time ; ye 'll not see a petticoat for many a day . Mother Carey 's lost one of her chicks . Here lads ! here 's to the mousey Puritan lassies ! They wo n't dance , they can n't sing — Ah ! well ! here 's to them till we come again ! He must be Privy Councilor to the Lord Himself ! God'shYpppHeNmyhYpppHeNlife , there 's more poison in their tongues than in a nest of rattlesnakes ? What 's all this pother , lads ? Ha ! ha ! ha ! You rogues had better ship elsewhere ; if the wind sits in that quarter , you 'll find foul weather here . Cheapside on a holiday ! Re-enter MOTHER CAREY , dressed for walking . What 's the matter , Mother ? Would you have us die of thirst , Ursula ? Stingo , Ursula , stingo ! What say you , lads , shall we see this trial ? Then let us get our ballast in , hoist sail and tack away . Re-enter URSULA with ale . Who is it , Ursula , they try ? But , what 's her name ? Hester Prynne ? The gentle Mistress Prynne I brought from Amsterdam three years ago ? My lads , do n't wait for me . But , didst thou know her , Ursula , as I Have known her , wisely good and true , thou wouldst Have wondered more . Thou , Ursula ? Where were her friends ? The Reverend Master Dimsdell And thou her only comforters ? How doth she bear her trouble , Ursula ? She yet is that ! But have you never learned her lover 's name ? ‘ Tis strange that she Should fall ; and then endeavor to conceal Her lover ! Noble , wise and beautiful , No other than a man of mark could win her ! None , of which I know . I wonder if A rough sea-dog like me might speak a word For her ? I 'll go at once .