I’m a float! I’m a float! and I’m fair on the job,
If the fishes below only give me a bob!
I’m a float! I’m a float! on the deep rolling tide,
I rest calmly still or triumphantly ride!
I’m the fisherman’s friend, his mark on the stream,
No bite I let pass, from roach, perch or bream.
So all you gay rodsters, pray treat me with care,
For your pleasures and pains I’ll happily share.
I’m a float! I’m a float! and I’m fair on the job,
If the fishes below only give me a bob!