Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bosun tight and a midshipmite And the crew of the captains gig.1
The Yarn of the Nancy Bell.
Note 1. There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captains biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator Theyd nothing left but one split pea. W. M. Thackeray: Little Billee. [back]