But a chum the Dansker Donald he has promised to stand by the plank;
So I'll shake a friendly hand ere I sink.
But — no! T It is dead then I'll be, come to think.—
I remember Taff the Welshman when he sank.
And his cheek it was like the budded budding pink
Will But me they they'll lash me in my hammock, drop me deep ? . The drum roll to grog, and Billy never know?
But a chum the Dansker Donald he has promised to stand by the plank;
So I'll shake a friendly hand ere I sink.
But — no! T It is dead then I'll be, come to think.—
I remember Taff the Welshman when he sank.
And his cheek it was like the budded budding pink
Will But me they they'll lash me in my hammock, drop me deep ? . The drum roll to grog, and Billy never know?
Transcribed by: John Bryant