Here's another essential crewmember from the Great Age of Sail, the sail-maker, as commemorated by Bill Adams:

By Bill Adams
From WIND IN THE TOPSAILS, edited by Bill Adams, published by George G. Harrap & Co., London, UK, © 1931, p. 41.

SAILMAKER

Old man Stitch-away, old man Sails,
With his long grey beard, he's hard as nails;
His teeth are yellow, and his eyes are grey,
And he's seaming and he's roping all the livelong day.

Stitch away, stitch away, sew them strong
For the lofty spars, where they belong;
Rope them tight and seam them true
So never a cupful of wind blows through.

A big ship's topsails, a big ship's courses,
To race her along through the wild white horses;
Royals and skysails, a big ship's wings,
To lift her high where the comber swings.

Stitch them, Sails; aye, sew them tight
For the mad squall blowing in the maniac night;
Sew them to stand the beat of hail,
The lash of rain and the hurricane's flail.

Sew them strong, so they'll never rip
When we're bow to bow with a rival ship;
Bolt on bolt of canvas high
To tower in a pyramid to the sky.

Bolt on bolt of canvas wide
To cast swift shadows on the blue sea's tide;
Bolt on bolt of canvas white
To gleam in the glory of the tropic night.

And if there's a little bit of sail left over,
Save it, Sails, for a fellow-rover!
Old man Sails, with his grey head bowed,
He's sitting and he's stitching at a dead men's shroud.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble