“Stanlake struck up at last-

        “'Oh, we are the boys that fear no noise
         When thundering canons roar;
        We go to sea for the yellow, yellow boys,
         And spend it all on shore.'

I remember there was a tremendous chorus, something like-
        “' Then don't forget your old shipmates;'

which always seemed the last straw that broke the lieutenant's back.

        “' Oh salt beef, salt beef is our relief,
         And pork and biscuit fine;
        While you on shore, with a great many more,
         On dainty dishes dine.

        ' Oh our hammocks are both wet and dry,
         As on the deck we're lying;
        While you on shore, with a great many more,
         Soft feather-beds lie dry in.

        ' Oh, our goodly ship has sprung a leak,
         Which puts us in a bother;
        For there's one at the wheel, and two at the pumps,
         Abusing on another.

        ' Oh, our goodly ship is going down- '”

[Sadler, S. Whitchurch, R.N., The Ship of Ice, (London: Marcus Ward & Co., 1875, pp.113-114)]