'SWEET Billy Taylor went to sea!'
Bravo, my metre ballad-monger!
'With silver buckles on his knee!'
Another stave—a little longer!
'When he comes back he'll marry me!'
He'll marry you, you empty, airy
Nothing—marry you? Why, he—
''Whoo-hoo!' take that for your vagary!'
Joseph Skipsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/billy-taylor/
