Poly, grim Poly,
Our nautical folly,
The ugliest craft in the world!
Do you want a toast to-night, my lads,
Afore we says good-bye?
Well, here’s short life to the lumbering Poly,
And blarm her hulk, says I.
Fill your grog-glasses high, my lads,
Drink in sepulchral tones:
“May a storm soon send this confounded Poly