We don't deserve the wipe;
For when they pipe us all aboard,
Aboard we all do pipe.
We've rocks, when all our tears are past,
The sailor's heart to shock,
She..—Why yes, Jack—when you're on the mast,
You're sure to have a rock.
He.—You'll find some fellow on dry ground,
You will prefer to me,
To him I see you will be bound,