‘Oh yes, a song, a song, give us a song,’ they all cried together.
‘Well then, here goes a song to old hoary Neptune.
MARLING’S SONG.
Ho, ye—ho Messmates, we’ll sing
The glories of Neptune, the ocean king,
He reigns o’er the waters, the wide sea’s his home,
Ho ye—ho, in his kingdom we roam.
He spreads a blue carpet all over the sea,
O’er which our bark walks daintily—
Though down at the bottom the old monarch hails,