For though his body 's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft.
For though his body 's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.
Then trust me there's nothing like drinking, So pleasant on this side of the grave: It keeps the unhappy from thinking, And makes e'en the valiant more brave.
What argufies pride and ambition; Soon or late death will take us in tow; Each bullet has got its commission, And when our time's come we must go.
In every mess I find a friend, In every port a wife.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew great guns, still he'd whistle and sing Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly, And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.
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