"Hold thy peace, thou long lubber,
For thou art nought but brags and boast;
If I should cast thee overboard,
There's but a simple lubber lost."
Simon grew angry at these words,
And so angry then was he,
That he took his bent bow in his hand,
And in the ship hatch goe doth he.
"Master, tye me to the mast," saith he,
"That at my mark I may stand fair,