In the navy blue, and cock'd hat a-slue,
That ancient Duncan wore,
The Phantom First Lord at the head of the Board,
And, below, the Phantom Four!
Their ghosts of orders they have sped,
Their ghosts of minutes they sign;
But of ship ill-found, or fleet ill-led
The discredit all decline,
To the shrill "Not mine!" of their phantom-head,
Echoing their "Not mine."