About to fall, he may be propp’d for years;
For a few months, indeed, we might comply,
But these old batter’d fellows never die.”
The hand of Isaac, George on entering took,
With love and resignation in his look;
Declared his comfort in the fortune past,
And joy to find his anchor safely cast:
“Call then my nephews, let the grog be brought,
And I will tell them how the ship was fought.”
Alas! our simple Seaman should have known