Then he swum away, an’ I dast to say, although
he was rather sore,
He felt that he’d started the trouble first, an’
we’d done our best an’ more.
’Cause a dozen times’fore the season closed
an’ the mackerel skipped to sea,
He herded a school an’ drove ’em in, as gen-
tlemanlike as could be.
We’d toss him a drink, an’ he’d tip a wink, as
sociable as ye please,