The chap had made some markin’s an’ he’d
driven in a nail—
Oh, we understood him perfect—he was raisin’
up a gale.
The skipper gave him tophet, but the damage
then was done—
The gale came up a-roarin’ with the settin’ of
the sun.
Then we wallered to the west’ard an’ we wal-
lered to the east,