It's a nice look out, ain't it, for a young man vot the vater's his only bread?
I'm blowed if I don't think I shall cut the river, and take to the land instead,
And labour for the adwantage o' science—body-snatching, I mean—for where's the harm, ifegs!
Ven their ain't no further demand for skulls, to try to do a little bisness in arms and legs?
As for the vind, I think it'll never be nothink but due nor' again:
I often looks up at the weathercock, but, bless your heart, it's all in vane!
Poor fellers! as Shakespear says, our occipation's rig'lar done up, and no mistake,
Vot vith von thing or another (vich von misfortin, you know, alvays brings another in its wake).
I don't like to say nothink unliberal or unvatermanlike, but this I vill say, the ruin of us is
Them tarnation, smoking, steaming, fizzing, pothering, unnattaral-looking water-buses.