Loved it ! especially this one at age eleven, to the horror of my parents.
"And pretty nigh the crew all drowned
There were seventy-seven o soul
Till only ten
Of the Nancy's men
Said "Here" to the muster roll
There was me and the cook and the captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy's brig
And the bosun tight?
And the midship mate
And the crew of the Captain's gig
For a month we niether whittles? nor drinks
Til a hungry we did feel
Then we drew in a lot
And according shot
The Captain for our meal
The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate
And he much resembled a pig....etc.
You know I think it was called the Yarn of the Nancy Belle but I can't for the life of me remember who the poet was.....Anyone have any ideas?