A terrible creature of Ink-bottle Land,
A Jack-o-my-goblin is he.
The sea-urchins made him to place on the sand,
And frighten the monsters that dwell on the land.
They took a sea-pumpkin and carved it by hand,
And lighted it up in their glee
With a phosphorus fish from the sea;
Now all the day long on the shore doth he stand,
While Land-loodles terrified flee,
Oh, yes,
The terrified Land-loodles flee.