When saucy Jack Barry is up and afloat?
There were banquets for Captains and plenty for all;
The horses had forage, too much for the stall;
Double rations were served—in truth ’twas a feast,
And prospects were cheery for man and for beast.
But bins have a bottom and larders grow thin
When plenty comes out and nothing goes in;
But his Lordship smiled blandly such trifles away—
“The ‘Alert’ and two transports are down in the Bay!”
But it never is safe, in making a boast,