Jim Hawkins, Jim Hawkins, the pirate crew has landed,
With guns and knives between their teeth they're stealing on the prey,
Then let's afoot and follow them and catch them bloody-handed—
When life and joy are calling us, shall we bide long away?
Jim Hawkins, Jim Hawkins!
ALAN BRECK
Is't you, Alan? You of the ready sword
And nimble feet, and keen, courageous eye,