Ri tooral, &c.
‘Shiver my timbers! here’s a breeze
She’s got a young ’un now to please—
So straight to London I must go,
To see who’s got the craft in tow.’
Ri tooral, &c.
Now Jack he to the Palace came—
He’d got no card, so he sent his name.
‘Go back!’ says they, ‘she wont see you!’
Says Jack—‘No, damme, if I do!’