A NEW SONG
Called the Jolly Sailors true discriptions,
of a Man of War.
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WHEN first on board a Man of War,
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We go when Press or enter
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And a long-side ou, Ship we come,
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We boldly in her venture:
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Such twiging then, at we fresh Man,
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They'r cleaver fellows some say,
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While the Buffers stand with their Rattans,
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Crying Keep down one of the Gangway,
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Then aft upon the Quarter Deck,
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We go it being common,
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Our Officers examine us,
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To know who and who are Seamen:
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There's some are Seamen others Freemen,
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Some one thing and some another,
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Then we down below on the main deck go,
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Boys after one anoth[er]
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Next to old trinkclo we go,
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For an order to get our hammocks,
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The aft gain and down amain,
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Mot forgetting our Stomachs;
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The Steward Pens he takes our names,
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And tells us our mess's,
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but niping there they can't forbear,
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For the Devil them possess.
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Then up again upon the Deck,
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So briskly boys we bundle,
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Since we have well secured our Peck,
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We have no cause to grmble;
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Then we clap on what we are upon,
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Some pipeing others singing,
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There's hist away likewise belay,
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thus we make a beginning.
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When once our Ship as got all-in,
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And nothing known neglected,
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to think of Sea we do begin,
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Our order soon expected;
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then with a curreear we get all clear,
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In readiness for unmoreingi
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boats a long-side in wind and tide,
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For to carry the Women on shore in.
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All hands unmore the boatswain he calls,
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And he pipes at every hatchway,
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If you tom coxis travis travss tip him,
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take care he don't catch yea;
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For without doubt if he finds you out,
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You may be sure within yea,
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Over face ond eyes to you'r surprize,
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He'll warm you without tinney.
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The capstone is all ready mand,
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Ssall we here the boatswain hollow;
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Sometimes he is listening at a stand,
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to here what answer follows;
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We have not brought to theres such a due,
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While some are calling the sweepers,
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Now heave away without delay,
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boys hold well on the nippers.
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The bootswain and his mates are pipeing
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Crying med heave a Ralley,
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And often forwards they are pikeing,
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to have a rout in the Galley;
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What are all we about away with us out,
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to leave our victualls we abhor it,
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With curff and knocks leave kittles & pots,
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And the devil curff them for it.
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Heave and in sight men heave away,
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from forward the boatswain is calling,
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Heave a turn or two without delay,
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Stand by the capstone for pealing,
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then one aad all to the Cat fall
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we haull both strong and able,
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till presently from forward they cry,
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below stick out the cable.
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We cat our anchors than with speed,
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and nimbly pass the stopper,
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then next to fish him we proceed
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Our shankpainter so proper;
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which we do pass securely fast,
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and clap well on a seazing,
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Our anchors be sure can't be to secure,
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It stands to sence and reason.
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When once our ship she is [unmor'd]
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Our swelling sails so nealthy,
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with foretack and main tack [also]
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Our sheets haul'd aft complea[tly.]
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then away we sail with a fresh [gale,]
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On a voyage or on a station,
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Like English hearts we play our [parts,]
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In defence of the british nation.
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The best cry thaf we like to here,
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On board as I am a sinner,
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Is when from the quarter deck they call,
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to the boatswain to pipe to dinner;
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Such scrouging then among the men,
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Some grumble others gangle,
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You'r nobodp there without you can sw[ear,]
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and boldly stand a Rrngle.
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Theres green horn fellows some on b[oard]
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before ne'r see salt water,
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When come to sea upon my word,
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the case wilh them does alter,
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they better know how to follow the [plow,]
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with good fat bacon and cabidg,
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when sea took like death they look,
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Ready to bring up guts and gabidg.
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When stormy winds begins to blow
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Oar ship in a great [mo]tion,
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to carry our victuals safe down below,
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It requires a good notion,
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very often we fall down the hatchway wit[h all,]
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from the top to the bottom lay sprawling
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such laughsing then among the men,
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and loudly the butcher calling.
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Theres snottey boys of Michipmen,
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Has nct done shitting yellow,
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as to there age some hardly ten,
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St,ikes many a brave fellow;
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Whe dares not prate at any rate,
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Nor seem in the least to mumble,
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they'li strap you still think what you will,
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It is but a folley to giumble.
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Now to conclude and make an end,
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In a full flowing brimmer,
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Let everyone drink to his friend,
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tde bowl seems to look thinner;
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weil fill it again like sons of men,
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And drin J bad luck to the Purser,
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they cheat us with ease of our otmeal & pea[se]
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such Rogues there can't be worser.
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