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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Midshipman

I’M here or there a jolly dog,

At land or sea I’m all agog

To fight, or kiss, or touch the grog,

For I’m a jovial midshipman,

A smart, young midshipman,

A little, airy midshipman:

To fight, or kiss, or touch the grog,

O, I’m a jovial midshipman.

My honour’s free from stain or speck,

The foremast men are at my beck,

With pride I walk the quarter-deck,
For I’m a smart, young midshipman, &c.

I mix the pudding for our mess,

In uniform then neatly dress,

The captain asks, no need to press,
“Come dine with me, young midshipman,” &c.

When gallant Perry comes on board,

By all Columbia’s sons adored,

From him I sometimes pass the word,
Though I’m an humble midshipman, &c.