There was a Shipman coming from long west;

He originated from Dartmouth, so I agreed upon best.

He controlled a farmer's horse as best as he could,

In a coarse garment that came down his knee so good.

A knife on a rope falling free

Came down from hi nape under hia arm and down to be.

The summer heat had tanned his color brown,

And absolutely he was an exemplary fellow without a frown.

Many a design of old-fashioned, red and yellow,

He'd enticed at Bordeaux, while the salesperson snored & no hello.

The better rules of intentions he has neglect.

If, when he battled, the antagonist vessel sank & defect.

He sent his prisoners home; they walked to the plank with effect.

As for his ability in considering his tides,

Ocean currents and another many risk besides,

Moons, harbors, pilots, he had so much dispatch

That none from Hull to Carthage was quite his match.

Audacious he was, discreet in undertaking;

His beard in many a storm had its shaking

And he figured all the harbors as they were

From Gottland to the Cape of Finisterre,

And each streamin Brittany and Spain;

The boat he possessed was named "The Maudelayne."