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The leader was mightily pleased when he saw / That vanguard of his, with their trailing spears, / Stand up from their stoop by a common law / And welcome the sea with a round of cheers! / No doubt that he laughed as he drank his fill / Of the plundered wine in his golden cup; / But he knew not joy as an English boy / With his summer-time shout -- 'Chuck her up!'
And doubtless Columbus by hope deferred, / Wan, weary and worn, was down in the dumps / Till they brought him news of a mainland bird, / And fished up a couple of floating 'pumps.' / However polished the Portuguese phrase / That left his lips like a shot from a "Krupp", / Allowing for dates I find it translates / By our cricketing shout -- 'Chuck her up!'