A motor car containing seven sailors from the cruiser Melbourne overturned near Geelong on Monday. The cause was a displaced tyre on a rear wheel.

Sou' sou' east, with the course set fair --
         Heave ho, me hearties!
On the Geelong road we're cruisin' there --
Seven tars with ne'er a care --
         Heave ho, me hearties!

When up speaks Bill of trouble aft;
But the bos'n grinned and the skipper laughed;
An' 'e sez, "We'll trust the queer ole craft --
         Heave ho, me hearties!"

Stuns'ls, mains'ls, all were set --
         Heave ho, me hearties!
An' the fust mate sez, "We'll make port yet,
For the seas are smooth, so don't you fret --
         Heave ho, me hearties!"

But the steersman sez, "I doubt her feel,
For she ain't responding to the wheel,
An' I got me doubts of 'r starboard keel --
         But heave ho, me hearties!"

There weren't no sea, tho' thegale was stiff --
         Heave ho, me hearties!
When this mad ole, bad ole dry land skiff
Is a total loss in 'arf a jiff -
         Heave ho, me hearties!

"Dry land," the skipper sez, sez 'e,
"Is a 'ard, 'ard spot; give me the sea."
An' so in 'ospital, sez we --
         With a heave ho, me hearties!

"Den"
Sun, 23 March 1927, p7