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Last in a tempest led off,
Enough to blow the devil's head off,
I got spilt, and lost my leg;
With a timber toe, I'm forc'd to go,
Still man's but man, I say;
So, in this plight, if I can't fight,
I'm sure I can't run away.

(Speaking).
I'm now safe moor'd with a Greenwich pension.—Yet, still I'll doff my hat, and beg you to look down with an eye of pity on a poor unfortunate seaman; who begs only for your approbation to enable him to sing

toll loll, &c.