tures of the few days recorded in this book were forgotten after Trafalgar, but the Doctor was never forgotten by those who knew him, and it would bring tears to their eyes did anybody chance to sing his quaint old capstan song:
"Here's to the feet wot have walked the plank;
Yo ho! for the dead man's throttle.
And here's to the corpses floating round in the tank;
And the dead man's teeth in the bottle.
"For a pound of gunshot tied to his feet,
And a ragged bit of sail for a winding sheet;
Then the signal goes with a bang and a flash.
And overboard you go with a horrible splash.
"And all that isn't swallowed by the sharks outside,
Stands up again upon its feet upon the running tide;
And it keeps a bowin' gently, and a lookin' with surprise
At each little crab a scramblin' from the sockets of its eyes."
