Contempt for the wildest blow,
And it often appeared, when the weather had cleared,
That he’d been in his bunk below.
The boatswain’s mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement, too;
And he played hop-scotch with the starboard watch,
While the captain tickled the crew.
And the gunner we had was apparently mad,
For he sat on the after rail,
And fired salutes with the captain’s boots,