Wot run away ’bout a bastard child,
A terrible lad he wos.
Said he, “Don’t sarve the young man so,
’Tes an onmanly thing;
Pick up the lad, put him on board
That he may sarve the King.”
They took me up by neck and heels,
They dra’ed me to the boat,
The master came ’longside of me
Wi’, “Send the lubber afloat.”