five p.m.
The day auspicious was , and calm the heavens ; Not so the scene on board -- oh , what a racket ! And everything on deck apparently at sixes and sevens . Mail-bags and passengers mixed up in every direction , The latter engaged with their relatives in fond farewells ; On the one hand the faltering accents of affection , On the other the unpolisht seamen emitting yells , With criticisms of a Custom House official Whose action for some reason they resented as prejudicial . `` At length the last farewell is said , The anchor tripped , the gangway clear 'd ; 'T was five p.m. ere past Pendennis Head Forth to th ' unfathomable deep we steer 'd . The bo ` sun piped -LRB- he wore a manly beard -RRB- ; And while th ' attentive crew the braces trimm 'd -LRB- Alluding to the ship 's -RRB- , and while from observation The coast receded , we with eyes be-dimm 'd Indulged in feelings natural to the situation . `` Albion ! My Albion !