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228 SONGS AND BALLADS |
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Tom.
Nay, some will have their pairs, they'll be so open-hearted ; And brimstones will have chairs, that rather should be carted,
All in pairs.
Jack.
Our proud lieutenants then, those empty flashing sporters, May pimps turn to great men, companions to their porters,
Not proud then.
Tom.
Our midshipmen now beaux, it makes me laugh to think, boys, Will cry about old cloaths, and corporals turn link-boys
To those beaux.
Jack.
Amongst the damn'd odd scenes you'll see in jails and cages Lieutenants of marines, and doctors' mates on stages.
Damn'd odd scenes.
Tom.
The steward, dirty slave, that us'd to cheat us daily, Will still remain a knave, and follow some bum-baily.
Dirty slave !
Both.
That day then, jolly buck, we'll set the taps a-flowing, And drink ' rest and great luck' to Pitt, Hawke, and Boscawen,
Jolly buck ! |
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DISTRESSED MEN OF WAR.
Says Jack,' There is very good news; there is peace both by land
and by sea; Great guns no more shall be used, for we all disbanded must be.'
Says the admiral, ' That's very bad news;' says the captain, ' My
heart it will break ;' The lieutenant cries, 'What shall I do? for I know not what
course for to take.' |
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