Gaily still I keep afloat,
With the picture of a Whaler,
And the model of a boat.
True, I ne'er was on the Ocean,
But I've travelled wide and far,
Kept by the police in motion.
Pity a Whitechapel Tar!
Shivered are my timbers, stranger;
Lame, you see, is poor Jack Junk:
Yes, I got this, braving danger,