Tugged to her last berth. Why the sun and the air
In that soul-stirring canvas, seem fired with the glory
Of such a brave ship, with so splendid a story!
Well, look on that picture, my lads, and on this!
And—no, do not crack out a curse like a hiss,
But with stout CONAN DOYLE—he has passion and grip!—
Demand that they give us back NELSON's old Ship!
British hands from protecting her who shall debar?
Ne'er ingratitude lurked in the heart of a Tar.
"(Sings DIBDIN) That Ship from the breakers to save"