Neptune. Well, my ancient monopoly's all gone to pot.
You've been "inching it in," for a number of years;
Your Lemnos no longer has charms, it appears
To detain you on shore. Once a Naval Review
To a smithy-smoked game-legged land-lubber like you——
Vulcan. Oh, avast heaving there, Mate!
Neptune. By Jove, he's as pat
At our nautical patter as Dibdin, that's flat.
Can't you tip us "Tom Bowling"?
Vulcan. Aye! (sings) "Here a sheer hulk"——