There was a bold fisherman who sailed out from Billingsgate
To slew the wild codfish and the bold mackerel
When he arrived off Pimlico, the stormy winds began to blow
His little boat went wibble-wobble, overboard fell he.
Twinkie-doodle-dum, twinkie-doodle-dum
'Twas the highly interesting song he sung
Twinkie-doodle-dum, twinkie-doodle-dum
Oh, the bold fisherman
He wriggled and scriggled in the water, so briny
He bellowed and yellowed for help, but in vain
Then down he did gently glide to the bottom of the silvery tide
But previously to that he cried: "Farewell, Mary Jane"
His ghost walked that night to the bedside of his Mary Jane
He told her how dead he was, said she, "I'll go mad"
"Since my love he is so dead," said she, "All joy in life is fled" said she
"I never more will happy be," and she went raving mad.
