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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!'