Full Lyrics
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palmgreen shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a saltcaked smokestack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Roadrails, piglead,
Firewood, ironware, and cheap tin trays.
