I may give that a little try Charlie.
Let's see.

It was a bleak September morning, out upon the ocean cold
When JP Jones's Bonny Dick was near to being holded
Up comes a saucy frigate all rigged in colors bright
A broadside she delivered & it near cost him his life.

Well she backed up her main top'sls & opened her main ports
She cried for him to drop his canvas & not to play for sport
He sheeted home all braces & had jibs hand hauled full tight
And pointed his bow chaser at this frigate in delight

Now the Bonny Dick was baring down upon this vessel hard
Haul down your colors bold or I'll bend you o're the bar
For quater oh for quater she lowed her main stays
And she was boarded proper & welcomed & settled in her ways.

I may get to work on this one, there might be some potential here.
It needs a supporting chorus, something sexy. I'll have to sleep on this one, & dream a little dream. HaHa. Hope I can remember the tune that I put to it.

Barry