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letra de a jolly sailor's true description of a man of war - jerry bryant

when first on board of a man-of-war we go, by press or enter
and ‘longside of our ship we come we boldly in her venture
such twigging then at we fresh men: “they’re clever fellows,” some say
while the buffers stand with their rattans crying, “keep down out of the gangway”

then aft upon the quarterdeck we go, it being common
our officers examine us, to know who are the seamen
there’s some are seamen, some are freemen, some one thing, some another
then we down below on the maindeck go, boys, after one another

then up again upon the deck, so briskly boys, we bundle
since we have well secured our peck 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
the boatswain and his mates are piping, crying, “men heave a rally”
and often forward they are piking to have a rout in the galley

“what are you about? away with you’s out;” to leave our vic’les we abhor it
with cuffs and knocks leave kettles and pots and the devil cuff them for it
there are snotty boys of midshipmen, ain’t yet done sh-tting yellow
as to their age, some hardly ten strike many a brave fellow
who dare not prate at any rate nor seem in the least to mumble
they’ll frap you still, do what you will, it is but a folly to grumble

“heave and in sight, men, heave away,” from forward the boatswain’s calling
“heave a turn or two without delay, stand by the capstan for pealing”
then one and all to the catt do fall, we haul both strong and able
till presently from forward they cry, “below, stick out the cable!”
when once our ship she is unmoored, our swelling sails so neatly
with foretack and maintack also, our sheets hauled aft completely
then away we sail with a fresh gale on a voyage or a station
like english hearts we’ll play our parts in defense of the british nation

the best cry that we like to hear on board, as i’m a sinner
is when from the quarterdeck they call to the boatswain to pipe for dinner
such crowding then amongst the men–some grumble, others jangle
you’re n0body there without you swear, and boldly stand the wrangle
when stormy winds begin to blow our ship is in great motion
to carry our vi’tles safe down below, it requires a great notion
we often fall down the hatchway with all, from the top to the bottom, lie sprawling
such laughing then among the men, and loudly the butcher calling

now to conclude and make an end in a full flowing brimmer
let every one drink to his friend: the bowl it seems to look thinner
we’ll fill it again like sons of men and drink bad luck to the purser
he cheats us with ease of oatmeal and peas…
such rogues there can’t be worser

- jerry bryant

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