We overhauled the craft, and found
There was a big hole in the Nancy.
We stuffed it up; a gale came on;
We weathered it, though well-nigh worsted;
Then at eight bells, or close upon,
Two of our blessed boilers bursted!
“Avast!” I cried, and swam ashore,
“Them ironclads is not my fancy;
If e’er I go a-cruising more,
The Devil seize me, and sink the Nancy!