
Jumble Sail (Or a Bunch of Immigrants)
Jumble Sail (Or a Bunch of Immigrants) They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea.
In spite of the odds
On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round
and every one cried,
‘We'll all be drowned! for this Sieve ain’t big,
but they don't care a button! they don’t care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea' Far and few, far and few
are the lands where the immigrants live;
Their heads are