For obscure reasons this discussion of "naked royals" reminds of this fine song by Neil Downey:

Composed by Neil Downey ©

The Main Royal Yard

As I walked out one morning down by the Boston Docks
I met a pretty young Judy there and after a line of talk
She throws her arms around me waist and says, "Me jolly tar,
How I'd like to see your lofty ship and her main royal yard!"

Her main royal yard, her main royal yard!
How I'd like to see your lofty ship and her main royal yard!

Says I to myself such a strange request has never been put to me;
What interest would this Judy have in a ship that sails the sea,
Exceptin' for me six months pay for which I've worked so hard,
And what's this silly fascination with the main royal?

With the main royal yard, with the main royal yard!
And what's this silly fascination with the main royal yard!

So as we walked aboard the ship the watch he winks at me,
"Are you sick of the shore so soon, me lad, are you lookin' to go to sea?"
"To sea your ass," says I with a grin. "But don't be laughin' too hard
For this lassie is wantin' to climb aloft to the main royal yard."

To the main royal yard, to the main royal yard!
For this lassie is wantin' to climb aloft to the main royal yard!

So it's off with her petty coats one by one and her velvet slippers too;
Then up aloft as sure as hell exposing a lovely view;
And soon she's up to royal shrouds as soon as any tar,
And a prettier sailor I never did see on the main royal yard.

On the main royal yard, on the main royal yard!
And a prettier sailor I never did see on the main royal yard!

Says I to myself I must be daft to allow such a thing to be
When all of a sudden this lassie aloft starts spitting down at me;
She give to me a saucy wink, likewise a saucy nod,
And she hollers, "Now, Jack, come frolic with me on the main royal yard."

On the main royal yard, on the main royal yard!
And she hollers, "Now, Jack, come frolic with me on the main royal yard!"

Now the moon was so romantic a-shining on the bay,
And the wind was blowing east-nor'-east as she let me have me way;
Soon we'll have a little baby and he'll be a jolly tar,
For you know he was conceived up on the main royal yard.

On the main royal yard, on the main royal yard!
For you know he was conceived up on the main royal yard!

Charley Noble