THE very best ship that ever I knew <br />-Ah-way O, to me O- <br />Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew- <br />Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run. <br /> <br />There was one old devil with a broken nose <br />-Ah-way O, to me O- <br />He was four score years, as I suppose- <br />But sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run. <br /> <br /> <br />We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm <br />-Ah-way O, to me O- <br />And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm- <br />Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run. <br /> <br />And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most) <br />-Ah-way O, to me O- <br />Roars, ' Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast '- <br />So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run. <br /> <br />' For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees <br />-Ah-way O, to me O- <br />In the good salt water that the Lord don't freeze '- <br />Oh sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-big-black-trawler/
