  Your nose is a red jelly, your mouth’s a toothless wreck, And I’m atop of you, banging your head upon the dirty deck; And both your eyes are bunged and blind like those of a mewling pup, For you’re the juggins who caught the crab and lost the ship the Cup. He caught a crab in the spurt home, this blushing cherub did, And the ‘Craigie’s’ whaler slipped ahead like a cart-wheel on the skid, And beat us fair by a boat’s nose though we sweated fit to start her, So we are playing at Nero now, and he’s the Christian martyr. And Stroke is lashing a bunch of keys to the buckle-end a belt, And we’re going to lay you over a chest and baste you till you melt. The ‘Craigie’ boys are beating the bell and cheering down the tier, D’ye hear, you Port Mahone baboon, I ask you, do you hear? |
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