And gets three hours o’ sea;
And, if they ain’t smashed up, I say,
That there’s a famous ’oliday.”
“And, what’s to come,” the other asked,
“Of scares now like this ’ere?”
The pointsman smiled. “My mate,” he said,
“You’re green, that’s pretty clear.
Why, ‘what’s to come?’ Next year, I’ll lay,
Another famous oliday!”
Punch, September 25, 1880.