Gideon J. Tucker

A. D. 1675

A SAUCY boat was the Annetje Block

Periauga-built was the craft;

She carried at masthead a crowing cock,

And an Orange streamer abaft.

Her gay young skipper was Hans van Loon,

From the Wallabout shore he hailed,

And all eyes followed his bounding boat

As up the East River she sailed.

Who was there, among the Breukelen girls,

As fair as Lisbet van Pelt,

With her blooming cheeks and her yellow curls,

And her waist in a wampum belt?

With her lover, Hans, she fled from her home,

And they gained the river’s side,

Where the Annetje Block with her streamers set,

Swung on the restless tide.

With the southerly breeze that briskly blew,

Up the East River they bore,

Past Gouanes Kill and Point Bellevue,

And the rocky Manhattan shore;

But a squall swooped down on the dancing boat,

And the whirlpool raged about;

You may see the reef where they met their death,

When the Hell Gate tide is out.