And take them in, for they were crying mercy!
The Steam-boat kept her way, although the wind was bad,
Margate they made, the crew cried "That's your sort!"
The band struck up a tune, the rest were glad
As tipplers would be, to get at the Port.
But Andrew and Spouse, just as they were
About to sink, and thought that they were undone,
Got safe on board the Percy—wind was fair,
And the tight little boat, was on its way to London.