For all the while they’re chatt’ring, men is drownding by the hunderd,
Through the acts o’ greedy owners, if I rightly understand.
Aye, it’s this that is makin’ a coward of the best,
And turning good hands into railers:
It’s this that is crushing the pluck and the zest
From the hearts o’ your brave British sailors.
So it ain’t for no great favour that Tom Tough just now is praying,
He wants to have fair chances in the struggle, that is all;
And if Englishmen loves justice, why there’ll be no more delaying
In list’ning and attending to his very urgent call.