A special treat we used to have
When I was but a lad.
Was potted shrimps from out the sea
Bye 'eck they weren't half bad.
My mum she wasn't all that keen.
Because of how they fed,
She said they ate the bodies
Of sailors long since dead.
I was sorry for the sailors
Who had drowned along the coast
And I said a little prayer for them
As I spread shrimps on my toast.