We had their blessings - they shall have our praise.
“Of Captain Dowling would you hear me speak?
I’d sit and sing his praises for a week:
He was a man, and man-like all his joy, -
I’m led to question was he ever boy?
Beef was his breakfast; - if from sea and salt,
It relish’d better with his wine of malt;
Then, till he dined, if walking in or out,
Whether the gravel teased him or the gout,
Though short in wind and flannell’d every limb,