He kep' the saycret to himself, an' never wint upon the dhrink,
An' out of every pub, they missed his presence round the town,
Until the sky was gettin dark,
An' thin the hatches of the ark,
Wor overhauled by Noah, an' the wet kem peltin' down,
Thin Japhet, Shem, an' Ham, stood on the threshowld of their father's ark,
An' shouted to the thousands, that wor in the teemin' rain,
"Shut up yer umberellas quick, an' save yerselves for half-a-crown,
Ye'll never have a chance like this, in all yer lives again!
