Now, since he’s so friendly, I’d give, as ’tis due, By way of requital, a kind wish, or two: And first, may his brandy run all o’er the deck, And he end his days in a rope with aking neck; Or may he still eat, and be never satisfy’d, Still craving of more, still craving of more, but be never cloy’d. And may he have nothing to drink all the year, When droughth shall attend him, but petty-warrant beer: May fate ne’er allow him a candle to his cabbin, And be in the dark by Old Nick taken napping, And by him or his agents be bore swiftly away, To plague, vex, and punish, to plague, vex, and punish, for ever and aye. May Charon be careful and ferry him o’re To Pluto’s grand court on the Stygian shore: May ten thousand furies still on him attend, To plague and torment him unto the world’s end: While each jolly sailor, to make themselves merry, Shall take a full glass, shall take a full glass, to his passage o’er the ferry. _THE SAILOR’S RESOLUTION TO FIGHT THE SPANIARDS._ _A New Song._ What ship, honest brother sailor? You must stop and let us know. If you’re entered or protected, you must tell before you go. Here’s our warrants to impress you. Ne’er repine, my noble blood; We don’t mean for to oppress you; it’s for your king and country’s good. For to humble the proud Spaniards British courage must be shown, Or those haughty proud villains will never know what is their own. Their men-of-war we’ll make to rattle; Spain shall tremble at the sight; Haste, brave boys, away to battle; the French nor they could never fight. British courage should never be daunted at the talk of Spanish war[s]; While that seamen they are want[ed] we’ll freely enter, like jolly tars. For to humble the proud Spaniards we’ll sail along so brave and true, And make the Spaniards to knock under and the French cry out, ‘Morbleu.’ So come along, my jolly sailors, enter along with tars so true; We are the men that fear no dangers, but soon will make the Spaniards rue. Success to all our brave commanders that do plough the raging main, Likewise to our jolly sailors, for to conquer France and Spain. _JACK TAR._ ‘Come, brave, honest Jack Tar, once more will you venture? Press warrants they are out; I would have you to enter. Take some rich Spanish prize, as we’ve done before, O.’ ‘Yes, and be cheated of them all, as we were the last war, O.’ ‘No man that sails with me shall e’er be abused; So, Jack, come and enter; you shall be well used. You shall be boatswain’s mate, Jack; so boldly come and enter And not like a dog be haul’d on board of the tender.’