The best is an evening mackerel breeze:
A-sailing and trailing away.
“A mackerel is a sailor-dish,”
Said Jones, “for ’tis a sailor fish,
All drest, like us, in white and blue,
Which I do call the prettiest hue
Which the great heaven has to show
Of all the colours in the bow:
So, if you please, I’ll sing to you
A little song about the Blue!”