Lor’ bless’y, I dun knaw Tack from Ship,
An’ Helm to me’s Chinee.
The Master ordered I aloft,
’Twas blawin’ cruel hard,
And there was three or vour gurt chaps
A grizzlin’ in the yard.
When down came mast and down came yard,
Then down came I likewise.
Lor’ bless’y! if the church tower vaall’d,
’Twouldn’t make half the noise.