S.S. Great Britain

This ship of fools is holed along the Plimsoll Line,
we've downed the albatross of ancient rime,
our crew has less sense than the Heavenly Mary's
or the Dutchman's, come to that.

Where is the Christian for our one-eyed Bligh,
who watches debt-charges plume the water high?
Our prospects are worse than those of the Hesperus,
or the Titanic, come to that.