Her crew was many and stout and brave,
No quarter wanted and none we gave,
And we left the sick for the shark to save,
Save from Davy Jones.
We that were cool when the fight begun
Were red and grey by the nooning sun
Ere ever the stubborn goal was won,—
Meat for Davy Jones.
With a score of gashes her captain died,
But he heaved the booty over the side