Gallopin’ Joe be the fancy name us calls him in the Port,
Tho’ ‘tisn’ for looks he’ve got the name, he baint the hurryin’ sort;
He’m lastest out an’ lastest home when us do launch an’ haul,
Exceptin’ when he be so last he he doesn’ start at all.
	“Steady an’ slow be the way to go,
	All the cleverest folk do know,
	That’s my motto,” sez Gallopin’ Joe.

His jersey be a packet of holes, but that don’t worrit Joe,
For he allays goes with his jumper on so his jersey shouldn’ show:
An’ he wears a rope around the place where his waist belongs to be,
For buttons don’t go ‘longside o’ Joe an’ “Braces be danged,” sez he.
	“Steady an’ slow be the way to go,
	All the cleverest folk do know,
	That’s my motto,” sez Gallopin’ Joe.

Now, years agone, when Joe was young, an’ maids was aisy to get,
He used to walk with a vitty maid, but they baint married yet,
For money was scarce an’ housen scarce, but still Joe didn’ worry,
An’ tho’ the maid had saved her clothes, Joe said “An’ what’s the hurry?”
	“Steady an’ slow be the way to go,
	All the cleverest folk do know,
	That’s my motto,” sez Gallopin’ Joe.

Gallopin’ Joe don’t worry himself what people sez an’ thinks;
When plaguey varmints calls him names he awnly smiles an’ winks,
For “Steady and slow,” sez Gallopin’ Joe, “be a handy motto to keep,”
An’ “If ‘ee looks for long enuff, there baint no need to leap.”
	“Steady an’ slow be the way to go,
	All the cleverest folk do know,
	That’s my motto,” sez Gallopin’ Joe.

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