No matther where,
He didn't fail,
By skin, or hair,
Whin once he cotch a grip,
He hawled thim in with frightened howls, upon the decks, as thick as rowls;
Till all the world of livin' sowls, wor safe in every ship!!
He saved the King of Snookaroo, he had no trowsers on, its thrue,
But what is that to me or you? he saved him all the same,
There was no bigotry in Pat, an' in the bussel of the king,