III
Now the captain, his honour, when he looked upon her,
He ran down the side for to hand her on board.
Cried he, with emotion, ‘What son of the ocean
Can thus be looked after by Helena Ford?’
Now the captain, his honour, when he looked upon her,
He ran down the side for to hand her on board.
Cried he, with emotion, ‘What son of the ocean
Can thus be looked after by Helena Ford?’