As ever skimm’d the ruffled wave;
Her lads are staunch to their fav’rite launch,
And when the race shall try our fire,
Sooner than yield we’ll all expire,
The dauntless “Ariel” crew, Sir.
’Twas in the Regatta she went out
In Nuneham’s reach to cruise about,
Three rival boats, in show so stout,
Bore down on the “Ariel” crew, Sir;
The “Isis” bold straight ahead did ply,