When no “swag” is for the present to be got—to be got,
He loves to go and navigate his yacht—’gate his yacht.
When the cracksman rests awhile from his employment—his employment,
With his “jemmy” and his skeletonian key,
Then he feels as how he ought to seek enjoyment—seek enjoyment,
By inhaling of the breezes of the sea.
When officious “slops” and “’tecs” would dare pursue him—dare pursue him,
And his whereabouts they’re likely for to “spot,”
Then in search of recreation you may view him—yes, you’ll view him,
Large as life enjoying otium in his yacht.