Here you will find the Poem The Big Black Trawler of poet Alfred 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.
