You’re my lug, gaff,
my spritsail, spanker,
my calico jack
my reason to tack
My cutter, schooner,
a man-of-war
my best barque,
Cutty Sark
I am sheep-shanked
whip-ended, spliced,
love-hitched, true,
leech-lined to you
my fore, main and mizzen mast,
my anchor, its crown
its shank, hard, straight
and my sole sail-mate