The jolly Tar's Invitation

Ye flaunting young landmen, a moment give ear, To a jolly young tarpaulin so plain and sincere: Tho' your cloaths are all kiver'd with silver and gould; With your salagee wigs so trim and so bould; Mayhap a pea jacket is not to be sould Then what can an honest Tarpaulin say more?

Leave your scraping and bowing, and lubberly noise, Your outlandish lingo and gingerbread toys. We seamen are honest, and that's more than polite, No scholards so great as to read and to write; But shou'd France dare to invade us, 'od damme we'd fight. Then what can an honest Tarpaulin say more?

No danger can startle the salt water soul, It sarves but to relish the jolly brisk bowl: In spite at all weather we wheel about ship, Good rumbo and bumbo, wish toddy and flip, 'Till our hearts like our vessel in liquor do skip. And what can an honest Tarpaulin say more?

Here's the Tartar our ship, just come to the nore; Then pri'thee my lads, adieu to the shore. Pipe all hands aboard, the willing and able, Weigh anchor, Eo! and rouse in your cable: We'll conquer or die, but mounseer we'll disable. And what can an honest Tarpaulin say more?