For a soldier I listed, to grow great in fame. And be shot at for sixpence a day.'' - Charles Dibdin

Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly,
Though winds blew great guns, still he ’d whistle and sing;
Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly,
And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.

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.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.