Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? / He was all for love and a little for the bottle. |
Faithful, below, he did his duty; / But now he's gone aloft. |
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft,/ To keep watch for the life of poor Jack! |
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,/ The darling of our crew. |
In every mess I find a friend, / In every port a wife. |
The lass that loves a sailor. |
Then trust me there's nothing like drinking, So pleasant on this side of the grave: It keeps the unhappy from thinking, And makes e'en the valiant more brave |