My grandmother was a Pilchard,
her husband was a Dab;
I can’t swim for toffees,
someone called me Acab.
Ours was a seafaring family,
we set off one day from the shore;
I have a distant cousin,
who’s cousin is distant for sure.
Around the seas you’ll find us
Around the seas you’ll find us,
swimming for all that we’re worth;
or following those familiar currents
to all corners of the round earth.