And, while he wobbled on the waves, be sure they never slep',
While waiting for their Lionel, the Damsels of Dieppe.
He landed with a jaunty air, but feeling rather weak,
While all the French and English girls cried out "C'est magnifique!"
They reck'd not of his bilious hue, but murmur'd quite ecstatical,
"Blue coat, brass buttons, and straw hat—c'est tout-à-fait piratical!"
He hadn't got his land-legs, and he walked with faltering step,
But still they thought it comme-il-faut, those Damsels of Dieppe.
The Douane found him circled round by all the fairest fair,