And the flood was up in a whitened race,
But devil a bit he’d turn his face.
Then the peelers said, “Now mind your lepping,
How can you see the stones for stepping?
“We’ll wash our hands of your bloody job.”
“Wash and welcome,” says he, “begob.”
He made two leps with a run and dash,
Then the peelers heard a yell and splash;
And the ’mergency man in two days and a bit
Was found in the ebb tide stuck in a net.