Sir Francis Cowley Burnand

Oh, the fisherman is a happy wight! He dibbles by day, and he sniggles by night. He trolls for fish, and he trolls his lay,

Oh, my Geraldine, No flow'r was ever seen so toodle um. You are my lum ti toodle lay,

I'll sing you a song, not very long, But the story somewhat new, Of William Kidd, who, whatever he did,