Oh! The once mighty Pelican
Last in a line of iron ships
Now cracked, hocked and dry-docked
On her side some rascal quipped
All aboard the pelican!
It's a nautical disaster!
All the crew are made of plaster
Sackcloth and pitch
A thousand yards from end to end
'You never saw a ship so big'
Remarked the harbour-master's dog
But he didn't give a fig
The wisp of a salty kiss on my lips
As you rode the back of the sea
Oh, sing me a song of foreign shores
that you used to sing to me, to me
Cast a coin in the water
Pull it out on a hook
Reap the sea's vast fields of wheat
And cross yourself for luck
