| At Island Bridge she met her tide. | 1 |
| Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom! | 2 |
| The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride. | 3 |
| Attabom, attabom, attabombomboom! | 4 |
| We're all up to the years in hues and cribies. | 5 |
| That's what she's done for wee! | 6 |
| Woe! | 7 |
| 8 | |
| Nomad may roam with Nabuch but let naaman laugh at Jor- | 9 |
| dan! For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we | 10 |
| have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, | 11 |
| by the waters of babalong. | 12 |