Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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“ALL IN HIS GLORY.” |
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“ALL IN HIS GLORY.”
Jack Junk was a tar who could tether his tack,
Of his merits who never was talking;
If his friend was in limbo, he ne'er hung a back,
And his courage, it ne'er wanted caulking;
Then Jack was, moreover, a comical dog,
And if rightly I stick to my story,
He wou'd now and then get so aboard of the grog!
Then, d'ye see, he was all in his glory.
Of his merits who never was talking;
If his friend was in limbo, he ne'er hung a back,
And his courage, it ne'er wanted caulking;
Then Jack was, moreover, a comical dog,
And if rightly I stick to my story,
He wou'd now and then get so aboard of the grog!
Then, d'ye see, he was all in his glory.
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In battle one day, with a jorum of flip,
Jack, while crossing the deck, began reeling,
And fell, for his leg was shot off at the hip,
But the liquor he just sav'd from spilling.
“Don't you see,” cried his captain, “your leg's off, you dog!”
Jack answer'd, if right is my story,
“Never mind it, for splice me! I've sav'd all the grog,”
So, d'ye see, he was all in his glory.
Jack, while crossing the deck, began reeling,
And fell, for his leg was shot off at the hip,
But the liquor he just sav'd from spilling.
“Don't you see,” cried his captain, “your leg's off, you dog!”
Jack answer'd, if right is my story,
“Never mind it, for splice me! I've sav'd all the grog,”
So, d'ye see, he was all in his glory.
Discharg'd on a pension, he'd not live forlorn,
But wedlock's wide ocean would weather,
There he made Cuckold's Point, and he doubled Cape Horn,
And his course and command lost together;
For his wife slipt her cable with some pirate dog,
And Jack, just to wind up the story,
Sprung the leak of despair, and so swig'd at the grog,
That to Davy he went in his glory!
But wedlock's wide ocean would weather,
There he made Cuckold's Point, and he doubled Cape Horn,
And his course and command lost together;
For his wife slipt her cable with some pirate dog,
And Jack, just to wind up the story,
Sprung the leak of despair, and so swig'd at the grog,
That to Davy he went in his glory!
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