Why then, our sails we wet.
To gain her first each eager strives,
To save de cargo and de people’s lives,
Amongst de rocks where de breakers roar,
De Wreckers on de Florida shore.
When we get ’longside, we find she’s bilged:
We know vel vat to do,
Save de cargo dat we can,
De sails and rigging too;
Den down to Key West we soon vill go,