The Big Black Trawler

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Title:     The Big Black Trawler
Author: Alfred Noyes [More Titles by Noyes]

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._

[The end]
Alfred Noyes's poem: Big Black Trawler

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