The third day found us flappin’ with a mighty
ragged wash,
The lee rail runnin’ under an’ the trawl tubs all
a-swash,
An’ at last the plummet told us we were backin’
to’ards the shoals,
Yet we couldn’t ratch an’ leave ’em with our
canvas rags an’ holes.
T ack—tack—tack—
Still a-slippin’ back;