'TWAS a merry day as we sailed away, And the sun shone bright above; A platter round for a boat we found, And we made a sail of a glove. From east to west we sailed in quest Of the land where the Kelpies be; But we sailed for years, while our bitter tears Through the scupper ran into the sea. And down we bore on a fertile shore Away on our weather bow, And we rigged a jib of a baby's bib On a pin stuck into the prow. We passed the fort of Kelpies' port, And tied our boat to a wall, And quickly bought whatever we thought Was strange or queer at all. We loaded our ship from top to tip With the teeth of the fierce sparrow, And elephants' claws and oyster jaws We stowed in the hold below. Then we set our sail to a favoring gale, And steered for the home of we; From west to east we sail in haste From the land where the Kelpies be. And the years slip by as we homeward fly To the shore of our native land; But at last we see, close under our lee, The well-known stretch of sand. And down to the dock the people flock, A thousand men or more, And they shout with glee our ship to see, And her gallant crew of four. For't was a merry day as we sailed away, And the sun shone bright above; A platter round for a boat we found, And we made a sail of a glove. |