For a soldier I listed, to grow great in fame

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.

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.

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

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

Oft cruel Wars contending Hermits wage, And long for the disputed Shell engage. The strongest will the doubtful Prize possess, Pow’r gives him Right, and All the Claim confess.

It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that this is war.