Good Ol Brig (from George Herbert of West Geelong, Australia (RIP.
             Collected by Barry Finn, 1979)

Good Old Brig

From London to Denmark we shipped aboard a brig
Her timbers all were holy & pulp it was her rig
Ch: So let the breezes blow, she's old & slow
We'll float across to Germany & shirk & lay below
Our foresail was all torn, we hadn't any thread
We grabbed the skipper's pants & hoisted them instead
We hadn't got a compass, we knew our way by smell
And if we went off course, the skipper would ring the bell
We hadn't got a lantern, to see us through the dark
The skipper's nose was bright enough to scare off any shark
The wheelhouse it was rotten, it made the rats amused
The only thing we had to spin was granny's spinning wheel
We should've sighted Hamburg a week ago it seems
When the lookout shouted strike me pink he sighted Barbary
So we got ourselves a tugboat & towed that brig astern
And if we ever reach Hamburg some day we will return