A bouncing baby grace the floor.
So strong a man ne’er held a plough,
A seaman tried, a shipmate true;
So sweet a girl ne’er milked a cow,
Or bleached her linen in the dew.
This goodly house yet lacks a name;
Good people all, I pray you tell,
How I most worthily the same,
This afternoon, may christen well.
We’ll not forget, where’er we roam,