My name's Ben Bounce, d'ye see,
A tar from top to toe, sirs.
I'm merry, blithe and free,
A marling-spike I know, sirs.
In friendship or in love,
I climb the top-sail's pinnacle,
But in a storm I always prove
My heart's abaft the binnacle.
I fear no foreign foe,
But cruise about the river;
As up and down I go
My timbers never shiver.
When off life's end I get,
I'll make no useless rumpus;
But off my steam I'll let,
And box my mortal compass.
