Was the most reproachfulest kind of a look
I’ve seen for many a day.
An’ the liver was throwed in the scuttle-butt,
to keep it all fresh an’ cool,
Then we up with our sheet an’ off we beat,
a-chasin’ that mackerel school.
We sailed all day in a criss-cross way, but the
school it skipped an’ skived,
It dodged an’ ducked, an’ backed an’ bucked,
an’ scooted an’ swum an’ dived.