And—well, John, I spot a tremendous lot of "furrin'" ships in the offing!
Keep a weather eye upon sea and sky, and I think John, altogether,
You will deem it right to get all things tight, and prepare for dirty weather.
"Britons never, never," sounds bold and clever; Britannia won't act as "slavey,"
But if "Missus" would keep her "home on the deep," you must keep up a spanking Navy!
Statistics fog, and there's no such bog as the brain of an average Briton
When his Naval Nobs, and Finance Dry Bobs have got their fighting fit on.
They talk great bosh, half their "facts" won't wash, and as to their figures endless,—
If from stern to stem you could see through them you would have more, John, and spend less!
A word in your lug! There is no Hum-bug like that of a Naval Oracle,