Oh, we spied a lofty sh-i-ip,
To the leeward of us she lay;
“And it’s up with our main-topsails, lads,
And after her away.”
Oh, we bore right down upon her,
And sheered up ’longside;
And with a speaking tru-um-pet,
“Where are you bound?” he cried.
“Where are you bound,” cried Manum,
“Be sure you answer true,