And she’s a rare rum sort.
Open your peepers and look my lads,
She’s lobbing agen the quay,
The sootiest craft afore and abaft
That ever shamed the sea.
Afloat, afloat, d’ye call her a boat?
Black deck, no white sails furled!
Poly, grim Poly,
Tame as “loblolly,’
The ugliest craft in the world!