THE SAYLOR'S COMPLAINT; OR, THE TRUE CHARACTER OF THE PURSER OF A SHIP. To the Tune of Iantha, etc. Of all the curst plagues that e'er Fate did decree As his name foully stinks, so his butter rank doth smell, Both hateful to sailors, scarce good enough for hell : The nation allows men what's fitting to eat, But he, curse attend him, gives to us musty meat ; With bisket that's mouldy, hard stinking Suffolk cheese, And pork cut in pounds, and pork cut in pounds, for to eat with our pease. Because it is cut off the best fatted hogs He thinks it too good for eternal lowsie dogs. His oatmeal, or grout, known by the name burgooe, Such beef-fat, so nasty, we constantly use, That's but fit for the mast, that's but fit for the mast, or the greasing of shoes. When a sailor's oblig'd to make use of his store He then must expect to be miserable poor : For consider what price for their goods we do pay; Such dealings as these are not just, I am sure; Yet such hardships as these, yet such hardships as these we do daily endure. Now, since he's so friendly, I'd give, as 'tis due, Still craving of more, still craving of more, but be never cloy'd. And may he have nothing to drink all the year, To plague, vex, and punish, to plague, vex, and punish, May Charon be careful and ferry him o're To Pluto's grand court on the Stygian shore : THE SAILOR'S RESOLUTION TO FIGHT THE SPANIARDS. A New Song. What ship, honest brother sailor? You must stop and let us know. blood; We don't mean for to oppress you; it's for your king and country's good. For to humble the proud Spaniards British courage must be shown, Or those haughty proud villains will never know what is their own. Their men-of-war we'll make to rattle; Spain shall tremble at the sight; Haste, brave boys, away to battle; the French nor they could never fight. British courage should never be daunted at the talk of Spanish war[s]; While that seamen they are want[ed] we'll freely enter, like jolly tars. For to humble the proud Spaniards we'll sail along so brave and true, And make the Spaniards to knock under and the French cry out, 'Morbleu.' So come along, my jolly sailors, enter along with tars so true; Success to all our brave commanders that do plough the raging main, Likewise to our jolly sailors, for to conquer France and Spain. JACK TAR. 'Come, brave, honest Jack Tar, once more will you venture? Press warrants they are out; I would have you to enter. Take some rich Spanish prize, as we've done before, O.' 'Yes, and be cheated of them all, as we were the last war, O.' No man that sails with me shall e'er be abused; So, Jack, come and enter; you shall be well used. You shall be boatswain's mate, Jack; so boldly come and enter And not like a dog be haul'd on board of the tender.' 'Dear captain,' he said then, 'don't talk of your pressing; It's not long ago since I gave six of them a dressing.' I know that very well, Jack: the truth I must grant you; You are a brave, hearty fellow, and that makes me want you. 'Dear captain,' he said then, if the truth I do tell you, 'There is the master a-swearing, the boatswain a-growling, Now, boys, we are press'd away from our habitation, THE JOLLY SAILOR'S TRUE DESCRIPTION OF A MAN-OF-WAR. When first on board of a man-of-war Such twigging then at we fresh men. While the buffers stand with their rattans, Then aft upon the quarter-deck We go, it being common; Our officers examine us, to know Who and who are seamen ; There's some are seamen, some are freemen, Some one thing, some another: Then we down below on the main deck go, Boys, after one another. Next to old Trinculo we go For an order to get our hammocks, Then aft again and down amain, Not forgetting our stomachs. The steward pens, he takes our names, And tells us to our messes; But nipping there they can't forbear, For the Devil them possesses. Then up again upon the deck, So briskly, boys, we bundle; We have no cause to grumble. Then we clap on what we heave upon, Some piping, others singing: There's hoist away, likewise belay. Thus we make a beginning. When once our ship has got all in, Then with a career we get all clear, Boats alongside with wind and tide 'All hands, unmoor,' the boatswain calls, For without a doubt, if he finds you out, You may be sure within you, Over face and eyes, to your surprise The capstan is already mann'd. We have not brought to, there's such ado, Now heave away without delay, Boys, hold on the nippers. The boatswain and his mates are piping, Crying, Men, have a rally,' And often forward they are piking To have a rout in the galley. 'What are you about? Away with us out.' To leave our victuals we abhor it; With cuffs and knocks leave kettles and pots, And the Devil cuff them for it. |