My Captain for a while shall have my room,
Come hither Tom, of Ale two douzen bring,
Plac'd Ranke and File, Tobacco bring us store,
And as the Pots doe empty, fill us more.
III.
Let the Drum cease, and never murmure more,
Untill it beat, warning us to repair
Each man for to receive of Cash good store,
Let not the Trumpet shril, ere rend the ayre,
Untill it cites us to the place where we