But I think it can be no sin,
And anyhow ’tis an easy task
To carry and pitch you in.”
So I picked that perishin’ person up,
And slewed him on my back,
And he wriggled and moved with many a flup
Like a codfish or a jack.
But when I had carried him half the way,
He seemed to be half-way done,
And when we had got ’longside of the bay,