The swabbing the decks and all that—

And it finds its own level for sartin—

For it sartinly drinks very flat:—

For my part a drop of the creatur

I never could think was a fault,

For if Tars should swig water by natur,

The sea would have never been salt!—

Then off with it into a jorum

And make it strong, sharpish, or sweet,

For if I've any sense of decorum,