“Oh, the ’Liza Jane left the wharf one day,
A fine flood tide and the day Friday,
But the darned old tide sent her bow askew
And the ’Liza Jane began for to slew.
Oh, hi-diddle-di––she’d ’a’ fairly flew,
If she only could sail the other end to.
“Oh, the ’Liza Jane left port one day,
With her hold full of squash and her deck all hay.
Two years back with her sails all set
She put from Bath––she’s sailing yet.