"Twelve years blackhole, I say,
Where daylight never flashes;
And always twice a day
Five hundred thousand lashes!"
 
But Joseph had a mate,
A sailor stout and lusty,
A man of low estate,
But singularly trusty.

Says he, "Cheer hup, young Joe!
I'll tell you what I'm arter,
To that Fust Lord I'll go
And ax him for his darter.