1
Under the sea! under the sea! Here’s what de Sauty is saying to me,
Such testing as this is the perfectest bliss! Insulation is coming it strong,
So we’ll test! test! test! with coils and rheometers! keys, galvanometers!
Test! test! test! Test each minute all night and day long.
Chorus.
Copper and zinc! acid and stink! tink-a-tank-tink-a-tank-(tint-a-tank-tink).
Copper and zinc! acid and stink! success to con-tin-u-i-ty.
2
Under the sea! under the sea! Signals and currents of every degree.
Down in the sea! down in the sea! Resistance is creeping along.
So it’s test! test! test! By the units of Siemens with cunning of demons
We’ll test! test! test! and watch our con-tin-u-i-ty.
Chorus—Copper and zinc, &c., &c.
3
Down in the sea! deep in the sea! lay we our coils of elec-tricity.
Under the sea! under the sea! Success to con-tin-u-i-ty.
So it’s test! test! test! Come with wire and bells, with magnets and cells.
And it’s test! test! test! all through our con-tin-u-i-ty.
Chorus—Copper and zinc, &c., &c.
4
From shore-end to sea! shore-end and sea! See what Valentia is saying to me.
Mark May’s strong relay, in units B.A. of millions and trillions again.
It’s so grand I can hardly trust Thomson or Varley to test! test! test!
Such a lovely con-tin-u-i-ty.
Chorus—Copper and zinc, &c., &c.
5
Ah! down in the sea! what’s this I see ? Home’s law is playing the devil with me.
Down in the sea this moment I see a token that something is wrong.
For just as we’re speaking the light that’s my beacon has marched! marched! marched!
Marched off my con-tin-u-i-ty.
Chorus—Copper and zinc, &c., &c.
6
Up from the sea! up from the sea! Coy little coiler come hither to me.
Come Clifford and Canning! Pick up, tackle manning. Haul up that cable to me.
Mind dynamometers! hang galvanometers. Haul! haul! haul!
That fault from the depths of the sea.
Chorus—Copper and zinc, &c., &c.
7
Once upon deck! once upon deck! little for dead earth or faults do we reck
Up on the deck—let’s get hold of his neck! we’ll splice him and test him again.
What a lark! lark! lark! In this immensity of watery density
Now our spark with intensity travels along.
Chorus
Rises and sinks! coilings and kinks! long life to our copper and acids and zincs.
As long as man’s able we’ll stick to our cable, and splice him and test him again.
W.H.R.
It is suggested that the above song be sung in the tanks when empty, and then, to use the words of William Russell (not Lord John of that ilk), “we may rest and be tank-full.”