And they huddled into her with a lot of shouting,
But they soon felt queer, all along of her motion.
For she tumbled this way, and wobbled that way,
And she circumvoluted, like a tee-to-tum;
And the angry billows dashed damply over them,
Whilst they whistled for a fair wind, which wouldn’t come.
Thus bumptious ’Arry and bouncing Jemmy,
And the cocky urchin called little Randee!
And they had’nt got far from the Prime Meridian,
When they wished they were safe on a Seventy-three.