The Cheated Heart

My poor heart dribbles at the stern My heart covered with caporal They squirt upon it jets of soup My poor heart dribbles at the stern Under the gibes of the whole crew Which burst out in a single laugh My poor heart dribbles at the stern My heart covered with caporal Ithypallic, erkish, lewd Their gibes have corrupted it In the wheelhouse you can see graffiti* Ithypallic, erkish, lewd O abracadantic waves Take my heart that it may be cleansed! Ithypallic, erkish, lewd Their gibes have corrupted it When they have finished chewing their quids What shall we do, o cheated heart? It will be bacchic hiccups then When they have finished chewing their quids I shall have stomach heavings then I can swallow down my heart: When they have finished chewing their quids What shall we do, o cheated heart?