Do you want to know the latest thing
To make a true tar dull?
Well, that’s the Poly, this precious Poly,
And darn her dirty hull!
Come, you’ll see the horror a lyin’ there,
Like a porpoise heavy with grog;
Her sides full of rivets, her turret of guns,
Her hull like a lifeless log.
Afloat, afloat, like a leaky boat,
Low down, no sail unfurled;