Cap'n John has been to Frisky,
Injy an’ Australy too;
Now he runs a lug-an’ -mizzen
Arter Pilchers out o’ Looe,
Iss, he do.
Cap'n John was braave an’ slippey
Till the say catched hold of he;
Now he'm tanned an’ tough an’ wrinkled,
Simming like mohogany.
Iss, he be.
Cap'n John baint smurt an’‘ ansum,
Like a claned up Sarvice Coor;
Stiff hair all aroun’ his niddick
Makes him like a hedgaboor.
Iss, be Gor!
Cap'n John do n't boast o’ beauty,
Beauty do n't set down with tar;
But he've got a pair o’ patches
Shows how dacent patches are.
Iss, with tar.
Cap'n John thinks books is rubbige;
Sez that printin’ spoils his eyes;
But he reads the book o’ weather
Written in the say an’ skies;
Iss, he's wise.
Cap'n John, us looks towards‘ ee,
Wish‘ ee luck when shuttin’ seine,
Wish‘ ee tummals at the jowstin’,
Wish‘ ee out an’ home again.
Clink you'm cider at the call,
“Cap'n John, an’ One an’ All.”