And I too friend Samuel! have heard the shots rattle,

  But we seamen rejoice in the play of the battle;

  Tho' the chain and the grape-shot roll splintering around,

  With the blood of our messmates tho' slippery the ground,

  The fiercer the fight, still the fiercer we grow,

  We heed not our loss so we conquer the foe.

  And the hard battle won, so the prize be not sunk,

  The Captain gets rich, and the Sailors get drunk.