William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The MidshipmanI
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.
The foremast men are at my beck,
With pride I walk the quarter-deck,
For I’m a smart, young midshipman, &c.
In uniform then neatly dress,
The captain asks, no need to press,
“Come dine with me, young midshipman,” &c.
By all Columbia’s sons adored,
From him I sometimes pass the word,
Though I’m an humble midshipman, &c.