Against the pier they squeeze her.
"Up boys, and save the precious craft,
We from the station shall be chaff'd—
Ho—back her—stop her—ease her."
Aha! the gallant vessel rights,
She goes just where they want her;
She nears at last the Lambeth lights,
The trim-built Atalantar.
Sam Snooks his messmates calls around;
He speaks of Poll and beauty: