Lyr. Add: The Big Black Trawler
Alfred Noyes, 1920

The very best ship that ever I knew
Ah-way O, to me O
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

There was one old devil with a broken nose
Ah-way O, to me O
He was four score years, as I suppose
But sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm
Ah-way O, to me O
And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm-
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most)
Ah-way O, to me O
Roars, "Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast"
So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

"For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees
Ah-way O, to me O
In the good salt water that the Lord don't freeze"
Oh, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

Alfred Noyes, 1920, "The Elfin Artist and Other Poems." On line.