When I perceived my act of folly.
They'll think the Naval Lord has larked!
Hang it! I'll say good-bye to Solly.
Such games aboard the Royal Yacht!—
Although I am a chartered rattle,
The Big-wigs won't stand this. 'Tis rot,
But with red-tape who, who can battle?
A private message to my wife
By public signal! Oh, what folly!
It is a lark, upon my life!