I heard a knock at the door, I did,
And old Jim Bowline shout
'Ere a wessel's struck on the Silver Sands
And they're gettin' the life-boat out
So I lets 'im in, and, by Gorm,
The wind that night so 'ard it blew
That the gust what came took
All the bloomin' tea things up the flue.

Then I slipped into me oily togs
And off goes I with Jim
But the gale blowed 'im in a public 'ouse
That's the last I see of 'im.
When I gets down to the life-boat 'ouse
The skipper, he says, "'Ere Bream
"The stoker says it'll take two hours
Afore 'e can get up steam."

"We ain't got time for that," says I,
"Why look 'ere, man alive
We'll 'ire a pair from the stables 'ere
And I'll undertake to drive."
So the steeds was brought and 'arnessed on
They plunged in the boilin' foam
When the skipper, 'e says, "Ere turn back, Bream
I left my pipe at 'ome."

  We takes 'im back, an 'e goes off 'ome
And 'e don't turn up no more
"Gorm this!" says I "Let's leave 'im 'ere."
And again we starts from shore
Then comes a splash and the cox'n's voice,
"I'm overboard!" 'e cried
As the near 'orse jibbed at a lump of coal
That was floating on the tide.

Well, we rescued 'im, and arter that
We sailed along all right
But when we got where the ship 'ad been
She'd disappeared from sight.
So over the side we felt, all round
And the crew began to swear
And they says, "Drive up Bill, lets get 'ome
We shan't find nothing 'ere!"

Just then Tom Slacks, 'e gives a shout
And 'e cries out, "Hi, there stop!
For I've got 'old of 'er larboard portside
Mainbrace mizzen top!"
But just as 'e was a 'aulin' up,
A shark what was down below
Bit poor old Tom in the 'and so hard
'E 'ad to let 'er go.

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