While cook in the galley cuts loose,
But blow me tight if ever a bite
Worth a squirt o’ terbacker juice.
Then we goes below an’ does the eats,
At which game that Sid is a prize,
He stows more in his hold than any soul
I ever seen twice his size.
He eats an’ eats an’, tear me sheets,
If he ever turns a hair,
An’ washes all down with a quart o’ tea