(Popply water in Corney Reach,)
A thing he had yearly essayed before;
And a rowing jargon obscured his speech.
The coach he coached with a megaphone
(Crabtree, Craven and Chiswick Eyot)
Till the crew were prone to emit a groan,
And the Cox said nothing but "Bow, you're late."
The Stroke he quickened to thirty-four
(In the first half-minute struck seventeen)
Some clocks returned it a trifle more,