“Then one day Jones, the heftiest man we had
in all the crew,
Went off the rail with a swinging sail, and Pete
he et him too.
“From that time on we tipped our caps to the
razor-backed old brute,
—We tipped our caps and pulled a bow in a
most profound salute;
“For ’twas only due from a decent crew to honor
a comrade’s grave,