When I and my Swallowboat go to sea
(She's a beautiful pea green boat),
I take some butties, a bottle of pop,
And perhaps the odd five pound note.
And when I look up at the sail above,
'Neath a strong balanced laminate spar,
I sing, "Cavatina, Cavatina my love,
What a beautiful Trouper you are, you are,
What a beautiful Trouper you are."
(With due respect to L.C.)