'Unto the captain I did go,
He did for me all that he know;
He called the mate and all the crew,
And for the doctor they did go.
'In due time the doctor came
To stop the blood and ease my pain;
He said that I must go on shore,
And stop a day, or two, or more.
'And the Spanish people there
Did use me well, I do declare;
Five days on shore I did remain,
Then went on board the brig again.
'My captain was so kind and good,
He done for me all that he could,
He is a kind and generous man,
Would always lend a helping hand.
'Scott Cookson was our second mate,
As to my friends I will relate;
He was loved and honored too,
By the captain, mate, and the crew.
'Roscoe, and George, and Frederick, too,
That was the names of all the crew;
They were smart and noble boys,
To reef topsails it was their joys.
'When our brig was ready for to sail,
We was blest with a pleasant gale;
As God would have it so to be,
We came to Boston in America.
'When we arrived in Boston town,
We got a bed for to lie down,
For I was tired and very weak,
I had been three days without sleep.
'The next morning, at seven o'clock,
We made bargain with the truck,
Across the city for to go,
To the Eastern Main Depo.
'From Boston to Camden I came,
My lungs were weak and racked with pain,
To the doctor I went straightway,
He gave me some relief without delay.'