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DISTRESSED MEN OF WAR 229
Says the purser, ' I'm a gentleman born; my coat is lined with
gold, And my chest is full of the same, by cheating of sailors so bold.'
Says the doctor, ' I'm a gentleman too, I'm a gentleman of the
first rank ; I will go to some country fair, and there I'll set up mountebank.'
Says the steward, ' I'm sorry it's peace, for I love my ship as my
life, And by cheating of honest Jack Tars I have plenty of shiners so
bright.'
Says the carpenter, ' I have a chest, a chest of very good tools; I will go to some country fair and there I'll sell three-legged stools.' |
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Says the cook, ' I will go to that fair, and there I will sell all my
fat.' Says Jack Tar, ' If I should meet you there, damn me, I'll pay-
you for that;
For don't you remember the time our topsail stuck close to the tack, And we all stuck fast in the sheet, for want of some of that fat ?'
Says the midshipman, ' I have no trade; I have got my trade for
to chuse: I will go to St. James Park gate, and there I'll set blacking of
shoes;
' And there I will set all the day, at everybody's call, And every one that comes by, " Do you want my nice shining balls?"'
Says Jack, ' I will take to the road, for I'd better do that than do
worse; And every one that comes by, I'll cry, " Damn you, deliver your
purse."' |
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