Then I goes down the steps on the pier, sir,
Till the water, it foams round my toes,
And still down them steps, sir, I goes, sir,
Till the water it foams round my nose
Then I lets go the ladder and sinks, sir,
While the shrimps and the fish, they disperse
Till I lands on the rocks down below, sir,
And I starts hunting round for that purse!
Then I un-made the oyster-beds, sir,
And I rakes up the shells and the sand,
And after a good half-hour's search, sir,
I found I'd the purse in my hand!
But them eight ten-pound notes, they was gone, sir.
'Twas as empty as empty could be!
But who could have taken 'em out, sir?
In that deep, silent sea!
Then I felt something gripping my shoulder!
As if by a "tec," it was clinched!
I have no doubt you know what I mean, sir
I should say as you'd often been pinched
Then I turns and I sees behind me...
And it made me scream a cuss!
A giant cuttlefish, sir!
What they calls an octopus!
 

With his eight great arms extended...
And it fairly made me screech...
When I saw he'd a ten-pound note, sir,
Held in the tip of each!
Then he handed me over the notes, sir,
His kindness I couldn't make out!
Then he pulls the cord with one of his arms,
For the boys to haul me out!
Then I handed the lady her money!
And she handed me back a note...
And then I went off in a faint, sir...
While she... she went off in a boat!

 

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