It's now thumping down here!
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the AB sea!
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We prattled, on AB no motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
Until someone spake,
Break out the gin
That therein there is a lake
Add a tonic and we'll begin
Water, water, every where,
Nae in any of ma mixed drink;
Water, water, every where,
Thank God, not a drop to drink.