The Long Hundred.
‘There goes one.
One there is gone.
Oh, rare one!
And many more to come
To make up the sum
Of the hundred so long.
‘There goes,’ etc. on to twenty.
“The song, it will be seen, consisted of twenty six-line stanzas; hence when it was completed, each man had thrown on board one hundred and twenty, i.e. ‘a long hundred,’ shovelfuls of ballast. After a pause both the song and the ballasting were resumed, and so on to the end.”—W. Pengelly.
There are a great many jingling local rhymes and modern dialect poems not worth recording; I will only quote two of the first:—