December 31, 2018
We were homeward bound one night on the deepSwinging in my hammock I fell asleep,I dreamed a dream and I thought it trueConcerning Theresa and her gallant crew.
With a handful of shipmates she sailed awayTo the freezing Channel in her stable wayTo seek a passage for food and pillsSo that we poor voters may not die of our ills.
Through cruel hardships she vainly stroveWith Fox and Hunt and second mate GoveAnd Chris Grayling with his paper boats,Hoping and hoping to win some votes.
In Baffled Bay where wild wishes growThe fate of Britain no one may know,The fate of Britain no tongue can tell,Theresa alone with her thoughts do dwell.
And now my burden it gives me painFor my poor lost country I would cross the main,Ten thousand guineas would I freely giveTo know on which Earth Mrs May do live.