Yet more ye shall be knowing,
I was coxon to Boscawen,
And even with brave Hawke have I nobly faced the foe.
Then put round the grog,
So we’ve that and our prog,
We’ll laugh in Care’s face, and sing yo heave ho!
* * * * *
And now at last laid up in a decentish condition,
For I’ve only lost an eye and got a timber toe;
But old ships must expect in time to be out of commission.