“THE LINER SHE'S A LADY.”

The Liner she's a lady, an’ she never looks nor‘ eeds —

The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, an’‘ e gives‘ er all she needs;

But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun’,

They're just the same as you an’ me a-plyin’ up an’ down!

Plyin’ up an’ down, Jenny,‘ angin’ round the Yard,

All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth‘ Ard;

Anythin’ for business, an’ we're growin’ old —

Plyin’ up an’ down, Jenny, waitin’ in the cold!

The Liner she's a lady by the paint upon‘ er face,

An’ if she meets an accident they call it sore disgrace:

The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, and‘ e's always‘ andy by,

But, oh, the little cargo-boats! they've got to load or die.

The Liner she's a lady, and‘ er route is cut an’ dried;

The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, an’‘ e always keeps beside;

But, oh, the little cargo-boats that‘ ave n't any man!

They've got to do their business first, and make the most they can.

The Liner she's a lady, and if a war should come,

The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, and‘ e'd bid‘ er stay at home;

But, oh, the little cargo-boats that fill with every tide!

‘ E'd‘ ave to up an’ fight for them, for they are England's pride.

The Liner she's a lady, but if she was n't made,

There still would be the cargo-boats for‘ ome an’ foreign trade.

The Man-o’ - War's‘ er‘ usband, but if we was n't‘ ere,

‘ E would n't have to fight at all for‘ ome an’ friends so dear.

‘ Ome an’ friends so dear, Jenny,‘ angin’ round the Yard,

All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth‘ Ard;

Anythin’ for business, an’ we're growin’ old —

‘ Ome an’ friends so dear, Jenny, waitin’ in the cold!