Verdurous banks and shady!
Yes, we're through. I'm glad, aren't you,
Eh, my little lady?
"Lock! Lock! Lock!"
Trim the punt, sweet, prythee!
You look nice in your new frock!
Fresh as osier withy.
How they strove your togs to tear;
Hinder, or capsize us!
But, hurroo! we've scrambled through!