That Northbrook has seen in thy face!
Look at me—in the midst of alarms!—
And yet mine’s but a typical case.
But the upshot of all is quite clear;
If matters go on as they do,
Well, the Navy will soon disappear,
And “My Lords,” well—they’ll disappear too!
So now that I’m docked, and they find
That I never was fit for the main,
Let us hope that a thing of the kind