Your father's son should not thus play the Little Vulgar Boy!
This is not Margate, William mine, and ours is not a crew
Of ordinary trippers, packed aboard the Lively Loo
For a shillingsworth of suffering on a wild and wobbling sea.
Stop, William! You'll upset the boat! Why can't you let it be?
Our boat has braved a many storms. It's old and may be crank;
But though it sometimes sprang a leak, it never wholly sank.
We are not packed so close to-day as we have oft been packed.
Against some stiffer gales than this we've weathered and we've tacked;
But, William, though our craft tossed wild, though loud the winds have roared,