SEA SONG.

PURE water it plays a good part in The swabbing the decks and all that— And it finds its own level for sartin— For it sartinly drinks very flat:— For my part a drop of the creature I never could think was a fault, For if Tars should swig water by nature The sea would have never been salt!— Then off with it into a jorum, And make it strong, sharpish, or sweet, For if I’ve any sense of decorum It never was meant to be neat!— One day when I was but half sober,— Half measures I always disdain— I walk’d into a shop that sold Soda, And ax’d for some Water Champagne;— Well, the lubber he drew and he drew, boys, Till I’d shipped my six bottles or more, And blow off my last limb but it’s true, boys, Why, I warn’t half so drunk as afore!— Then off with it into a jorum, And make it strong, sharpish, or sweet, For if I’ve any sense of decorum It never was meant to be neat.