THE MARTINET. OME time ago, in simple verse SOM I sang the story true Of CAPTAIN REECE, the Mantelpiece, And all her happy crew. I showed how any captain may If he but heeds their smallest needs, Now mark how, by Draconic rule The noblest crew upon the Blue May be demoralized. When his ungrateful country placed Kind REECE upon half-pay, Without much claim SIR BERKELY came, And took command one day. SIR BERKELY was a martinet-- And horrible black-hole. A sailor who was overcome From having freely dined, And chanced to reel when at the wheel, He instantly confined! And tars who, when an action raged, E'en he who smote his officer For punishment was booked, And mutinies upon the seas He rarely overlooked. In short, the happy Mantelpiece, Beneath that fool SIR BERKELY'S rule When first SIR BERKELY came aboard He read a speech to all, And told them how he'd made a vow To act on duty's call. Then WILLIAM LEE, he up and said (The Captain's coxswain he), "We've heard the speech your honour's made, And werry pleased we be. "We won't pretend, my lad, as how We're glad to lose our REECE; Urbane, polite, he suited quite The saucy Mantelpiece. "But if your honour gives your mind To study all our ways, With dance and song we'll jog along "I like your honour's looks, and feel SIR BERKELY looked amazed, as though He didn't understand. "Don't shake your head," good WILLIAM said, "It is an honest hand. "It's grasped a better hand than yournCome, gov'nor, I insist!" The Captain stared-the coxswain glaredThe hand became a fist! Bab "Down, upstart!" said the hardy salt; He stopped all songs at 12 p.m., He never joined their daily mess, His First Lieutenant, PETER, was A helpless stick, and always sick This First Lieutenant proved to be His foster-sister MAY, Who went to sea for love of he In masculine array. And when he learnt the curious fact, Did he emotion show, Or dry her tears or end her fears Or did he even try to soothe Oh, no!—instead he made her wed Of course such Spartan discipline They drew a lot, and WILLIAM shot |