Punch's Almanack for 1890

by Various

On the beach was seated a melancholy-looking tourist, who commenced, as Mr. Punch approached him, a weird nautical song, to the accompaniment of a concertina.
It ran as follows:—

THE LAY OF THE CHANNEL-PASSAGE SALT.

Ho! Yeho, Boys! Yeho! I'm no craven,

When you set me in face of the sea;

Be it Folkestone—or even Newhaven,

That I hail from, it's all one to me;

For I take up my post by the funnel,

And I reck not which way the winds blow;

And I scorn thoughts of bridge or of tunnel

As I start, singing Ho, boys! yeho!