Tiadatha felt his heart thrill,
Felt his England drawing nearer,
Felt St. James’s drawing nearer,
And the things he loved so well there.
And they dodged the lurking U-boats
That were hanging round like footpads,
Came to anchor at Taranto,
In Taranto’s crowded harbour,
Where the seaplanes skim like seagulls
O’er the surface of the water.