Maxioms by Charles Dibdin
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did read more
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did his duty;
But now he's gone aloft.
In every mess I find a friend,
In every port a wife.
In every mess I find a friend,
In every port a wife.
