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56 SEA SONGS.
But that owners should get from each nag's worn-out
trunk, For their seamen, a jolly good store of salt junk.
What's it good for ? for two things you'll all take your
oath, It blunts well the teeth and the appetite both ; It's so tough, you can't swallow it dry, so this prog Was doubtless intended to hint, " Take your grog." Will it travel by land alone ? just try a hunk And see if, unwashed down, you'll bolt your salt junk.
Tough prog makes tough hearts, so the truth do I miss When I guess sailors' toughness is perhaps got from
this ? Landsmen thrive on soft meat, so they're soft in the
face And heart, but us sailors land nerves would disgrace; For work, fight or foundering we're fit from the hunk, We daily delight in of good break-jaw junk.
It's a proof it's our best friend because it's abused ; It's scoffed at and kicked at but never refused ; A wonder to landsmen whose palates it suits Exactly as would an ungreased pair of boots, Taken by us with work, song and sea-breeze, a hunk, After all, isn't so bad, so here's to salt junk.