thirty-five-thirty-five

Updated: August 11, 2026

'We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we take soundings in the Channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis forty-five leagues. 'Thirty-five-thirty-five, said Dick, petulantly. 'Don't tamper with Holy Writ. Go on, Nilghai. 'The first land we made it was called the Deadman, and they sang to the end very vigourously.

Rudyard Kipling - The Light That Failed