‘There goes,’ etc. on to twenty.
“The song, it will be seen, consisted of twenty six-line stanzas; hence when it was completed, each man had thrown on board one hundred and twenty, i.e. ‘a long hundred,’ shovelfuls of ballast. After a pause both the song and the ballasting were resumed, and so on to the end.”—W. Pengelly.
There are a great many jingling local rhymes and modern dialect poems not worth recording; I will only quote two of the first:—
Elicompane.
“What is your name?—Elicompane.
Who gave you that name?—My master and dame.
How long will you keep it?—As long as I like it.
How long will that be?—As long as me and my master agree.”
Polwhele calls a tomtit “Elicompane;” and says “There is a vulgar tradition that it is a bird by day and a toad by night.”