And they ducked to the North-West spray,
"Will you take a message to the Fortress-Town,
And the Fleet that is lying in the Bay?
"Say that we are waiting in the waters of the North,
And we'll wait till the seas run dry—
Or the High Sea Fleet from the Bight comes forth,
And the twelve-inch shells go by.
"We have waited very long, but we haven't any doubt
They are longing for the day we'll meet.
But tell 'em as you pass that the sooner they are out,