an excellent musician,
And the song that suits him best,
“Old Stumpy” is a masterpiece of art;
‘Tis a splendid composition
As he chucks it off his chest,
Though there’s something of a hitch about the start.
He’s an artist, too, in colours
For he painted up the boat.
You wonder - but he did, so help me bob,
And all the champion scullers,
When once he gets afloat,
Couldn’t catch him - if they offered him a job.
Most affable and kind,
He’ll take a whisky any time it suits;
He really does not mind,
He’ll even, when it’s muddy, wear your boots.
Some think he isn’t clever,
But it’s my distinct belief
That there’s much more than they fancy in his nob.
But he’s travelling on the “never”
And will surely die of grief
On the day when he’s compelled to take a job.