SHOVE off from the wharf-edge! Steady!
Watch for a smooth! Give way!
If she feels the lop already
She'll stand on her head in the bay.
It's ebb–it's dusk–it's blowing–
The shoals are a mile of white,
But (snatch her along! ) we're going
To find our master to-night.
This is from "Song of the Red War-Boat" by Kipling.
I am glad if some one kindly teach me the meaning of two lines below.
Watch for a smooth!
If she feels the lop already