Of having lots of furriners to man the capstan bars.
But now, I’ll take my davy,
’Cepting sometimes in the Navy,
You will not find a British ship in which they do not stow
Heaps o’ Danes, and Swedes, and Rooshians,
Greeks, Malays, and Fins, and Prooshians,
Who couldn’t, for to save their lives sing out a “Yo, heave ho!”
Why, the crews I used to ship with were all chaps with bone and muscle,
And with lots o’ pluck and courage, and with hearts to England true;
But what some calls “competition” has so changed the whole position,