With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, for the Civil Engineers!
Oh! Jove the god of thunder, and Mars the god of war,
Old Neptune with his trident, Apollo with his car—
These heathen swells celestial in their respective spheres,
Can’t come in competition with the Civil Engineers!
Whene’er their skill’s demanded, great works are to be made,
Their navvies march with pickaxe, with crowbar, and with spade;
And soon the progress traces in cuttings, banks, and piers,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, of the Civil Engineers!
And when their Soirée’s given, to George Street they repair,