The Master orders all to fight
And the drummer to be drummin’.
So when the French ship came ’longside,
A broadside us let flee,
Lor’ bless’y! what for smoke and vire
Us couldn’t smell nor see.
The Master wi’ his cocked-up hat
He flourishéd his sword,
Wi’ “Come and follow me, brave boys,
I warn’t we’ll try to board.”