To keep up your hearts my good lads,
For there's vessels to sail out of Whitby,
In which you'll be sure of your brads.
I've been watching the vessels that's passing,
That justice to seamen allows,
And so you'll be sure of your wages
For they've got £4 10s. on their bows.
You may talk, &c.
May every success attend Whitby,
May the star of prosperity shine