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Rh no tongue can tell what we undergo: Ihrough dismal storms and heat of battle, there’s no back doors to run away; Where thundering cannons they do rattle, mark well what happ’ned the other day.

A merchant ship under Divers, captain, long time had been bound to sea, The weather being so uncertain, we were drove to great extremity! Nothing was left these poor souls to cherish. for the want of food most feeble grown. Poor fellows, they were almost perish’d, nothing was left but skin and bone.

Their cats and dogs O they did eat them, their hunger for to ease, we hear, And in the midst of all their sorrow, captain and men had equal share; But now a scant is come upon us, a dismal tale most certainly, Poor fellows they stood in torture, casting lots to see who should die.

Now the lot it fell on one poor fellow, whose family was very great, Which did the more increase his sorrow, for to repent it was too late; I’m free to die, but messmate brothers, unto the topmast head straightway, See if you can a sail discover, whilst I unto the Lord do pray.