Here is the song where Master & Captain appear.

Tim Radford

Come, Come My Brave Boys - from Frederick Fennemore (Portsmouth 1908 - H867
Collected by Dr. G. Gardiner - Roud 17782

Come, come, my brave boys, the wind's right abaft,
We'll clap on our stun' sails both low and aloft,
While steady cries our master, it blows a sweet gale,
We shall soon see the English land, my boys,
We shall soon see the English land, my boys,
If the breezes don't fail, if the breezes don't fail,
We shall soon see the English land, my boys,
If the breezes don't fail.

Come, come my brave boys, never mind how she rolls,
For as soon as the gale is over we will sling a fresh bowl.
While straight across our masthead it blows a sweet gale,
We shall soon see the Isle of Wight, my boys,
We shall soon see the Isle of Wight, my boys,
If we clap on more sail, if we clap on more sail,
We shall soon see the Isle of Wight, my boys,
If we clap on more sail.

We have arriv'ed at The Spithead, and we are at our ease,
We'll pipe hands to skylark and do as we please,
While no more cries our captain, it blows a sweet gale,
And we shall soon take our whack*, my boys,
And we shall soon take our whack*, my boys,
If the bank it don't fail, if the bank it don't fail,
And we shall soon take our whack*, my boys,
If the bank it don't fail.

* whack - is "pay"