Chapter 80 THE OLD NAVY

The captain stood on the carronade: 'First lieutenant,' says he,

'Send all my merry men aft here, for they must list to me;

I haven't the gift of the gab, my sons-because I'm bred to the sea;

That ship there is a Frenchman, who means to fight with we.

And odds bobs, hammer and tongs, long as I've been to sea,

I've fought 'gainst ever