Till he’d rigged us all from his store;
And such a dandy lot of men
Were never in a ship before.
Then we never had any scrimmages
For fear of spilin’ our slops:
We looked like the graven images
Before the tailors’ shops.
But a man named Knox from Edinboro toun,
Always took the thing amiss,
And often remarked with a doubtful frown: