For quick-firing guns ammunition I made,
Engaging (says FORD) in the contraband trade.
An inquest was held, but its verdict cleared me.
I'm afloat, I'm afloat, and the Rover is free!
I fear not the Government, heed not its law.
Much rumpus is made, we shall hear lots of jaw:
An explosion took place on October the third,
My sly "floating factory" blew up like a bird.
It killed one poor fellow, and damaged a lot,
But I am a Great Gun, and got off like a shot;