[Illustration] But most of beer, and whiskey, as you see, And that's the reason that I cry heigho! [Illustration] They wrestled with the wave, [Illustration] Then ran into their cave; [Illustration] But telescopes above, were taking stock, Thus fate was on their track, And soon alas! alack! The smiles of fate fell on them from the rock, Thus mesmerised by mirth, They climbed the rocks, and earth, With fascinated recklessness alack! [Illustration] My sympathy to show, Again I say heigho! 'Twere better to their cave they had gone back. Ah! me, the smugglers three, Were blind their fate to see, And lo! capitulation followed soon; [Illustration] For spite of all their pains, They soon were in the chains, That fettered them in bondage 'neath the moon, [Illustration] That shone on double case, of treble spoon; Too like the moon, that wanes; And that is why I sing in minor tune, And cry again with sympathy, heigho! Thus ever day by day, In bondage still they lay, Surrendering provisions, and their brew, [Illustration] Until the crew did go Into the town, and lo! [Illustration] A parson had some triple work to do, They're captives now, [Illustration] hard labour is their due, Alack! the hapless crew; I cry again with sympathy, heigho! THE LATE FITZ-BINKS.