Lower Pool

“Where are you bound for, Sailorman, sailorman With the missis and the dog And your big spreets’l flopping?” “Maldon, Manningtree, West as far’s the Wight, maybe, With bricks, hay, China-clay, Bit o’ that or Bit o’ this, Don’t much matter What it is - Here, there Everywhere, And back again to Wapping . . . .” “Where are you bound for, Sailorman, sailorman Up and down the coast For a little bit o’ shopping?” “Shields, Tyne, Grimsby, Goole, Hull, Hell an’ Hartlepool, With salt, soap, Coals and rope, Bit o that or Bit o’ this Don’t much matter What it is - Here, there Everywhere, And back again to Wapping . . . .” “Where are you bound for, Sailorman, sailorman Down from Lower Pool On the late tide dropping?” “’Cross the bay and sou’ Spain, Round the world and home again, With motor-cars, steel rails Worcester sauce and bags o’ nails, Cloves, cork, cotton seed, Soya beans and parrot-feed, Bit o’ that or Bit o’ this Don’t much matter What it is - Here, there Everywhere, And back again to Wapping . . . .”