Classic Poem

We Seamen are the bonny boys
That fear no storms nor rocks-a,
Whose music is the Cannon's noise,
Whose sporting is with knocks-a.

'Tis brave to see a ship to sail
With all her trim gear on-a,
As though the Devil were at her tail
She with the wind will run-a.

Come let us reck'n what ships are ours,
The Gorgon , and the Dragon ;
The Lion , which in fight is bold
The Bull with bloody flag on.

The Bear , the Dog , the Fox , the Kite ;
That stuck fast to the Rover ,
They chased the Turk in a day and night
From Scanderoon to Dover.

A health to brave sea-soldiers all,
Let cans a-piece go round-a;
Pell-mell let's to the battle fall
And lofty music sound-a.