Went flute tu-tu, and banjo bang:
We meant to sail into the moon!
Far off a boatman hail'd us high:
"My boat is named the Bonny Bess;
Old Jack will charge you more than I,
For I will charge you sixpence less:
My boat is strong, and swift, and taut,
But Jack's—she is not worth a cuss."
We held his terms in scorn, for what
Was sixpence or a crown to us?