The Isis-men roared out “Hallo!”
“You’ll ne’er win the cup, so you’d better give it up;”
“No, no,” cries the “Ariel,” “that can’t be,
For I mean to lug it along with me,
For the use of the ‘Ariel’ crew, Sir.”
The race was off the Nuneham shore,
(Such a race as ne’er was seen before,)
We pressed them hard, and beat them sore,
The youthful “Ariel” crew, Sir.
And now we’ve beat the rival crew,