Yes, my name, d’ye see’s Tom Tough, and I’ve seed a sight o’ service
Where the waves have rolled like mountains and the howling winds have blown,
And I’ve never shirked my dooty, and to feel what want of nerve is
Is a thing—I says it proudly—as I’ve never, never known.
No; I’ve tried with my lot to be always content,
And never gone in for a railer,
But I’ve taken the things as Dame Fortune has sent,
Like a honest and brave British sailor!
And I’m not complainin’ now. No! I’d scorn the very notion.
Though I fear as ’ow Shipowners isn’t quite the best o’ men;