Bold Jack the sailor, here I come

Bold Jack the sailor, here I come,
Pray how d'ye like my nib,
My trowsers wide, my trampers rum,
My nab, and flowing jib;
I sails the seas from end to end,
And leads a joyous life,
In every mess I finds a friend,
In every port a wife.

I've heard them talk of constancy,
Of grief, and such like fun,
I've constant been to ten, cried I,
But never grieved for one:
The flowing sails we tars unbend,
To lead a jovial life,
In every mess to find a friend,
In every port a wife.

I've a spanking wife at Portsmouth gates,
A pigmy at Goree,
An orange-tawny up the straits,
A black at St. Lucie:
Thus whatsomedever course I bend,
I leads a jovial life,
In every mess I find a friend,
In every port a wife.

Will Gaft by Death was ta'en aback,
I came to bring the news,
Poll wimper'd sore, but what did Jack?
Why, stood in William's shoes:
She cut, I chased, but in the end
She loved me as her life,
And so she got an honest friend
And I a loving wife.

Thus be we sailors all the go,
On fortune's sea we rub,
We works, and loves, and fights the foe,
And drinks the generous bub:
Storms that the mast to splinters rend,
Can't shake our jovial life,
In every mess we finds a friend,
In every port a wife.