For it is true, as all have heard,
There’s no good luck with a Finn on board.
From the hour he joined the ship,
All went wrong in all the trip;
’Twas nothing but swear and growl and groan,
And the weather was just the devil’s own:
You may reckon it all absurd,
But there’s no good luck with a Finn on board.
Our grub was spoiled from that first hour,
Except the vinegar all was sour;