Charles Dibdin

Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew great guns, still he ’d whistle and sing; Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly, And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.

His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he ’s gone aloft.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.

There ’s a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

For a soldier I listed, to grow great in fame. And be shot at for sixpence a day.