My noble Lord and Admiral of the Fleet......
Fresh from your triumph of the Huns defeat
It pleased our royal heart to hear the news
Concerning you, the ship, the Empire Cruise
And how your Jack thats bent upon the main
A sight we've seldom seen in all our reign
Maybe our memory is sadly slow
For Pelman holds no courses down below,
Yet can we ne'er recall in days of yore
That flag was flying o'er our line before,
Then welcome, victor of a fiendish foe,
To climes more temperate far than Scapa Flow.

The dullness of that foggy, treeless part
Evoked the deepest pity in our heart.
Though news of Neptune then would none perhaps
I frequently came up to watch your scraps
And to cheer you on to victory in the north
The while I froze - Zounds how I hate the Forth.

We're charmed to hear you're bringing in your ship
The Lady Jellicoe - Throughout your trip
It is our Sovereign Will inviolate
That she may find our realm in settled state
Your Commodore - the mind behind the guns
Whose brain has slain a multitude of Huns,
Your clever staff, we welcome to our realm
"Youth on the thwarts and Wisdom at the helm"
A motto this, to guide you on your way,
Its rather good - We pinched it out of Gray,
And now my Lord, as we shall see you later,
Farewell, yours
NEPTUNE

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