They wound a Union Jack.
A "longing, lingering look" they cast,
Then sewed him in a bag,
And half way up the lofty mast
They hoist the drooping flag.
His mess-mates crossways tossed the yards,
Askew they hung the sails,
Eschewed tobacco, rum, and cards,
And filled the ship with wails
The grief-struck skipper drank some grog,