Classic Poem

As t'other night a tar with gods was sat,
When Cook appear'd, the Briton's eyes were wet;
A landsman near him gave the tar a sneer:
" What! cry, Jack! damn me, come, no blubb'ring " here "
" Avast there, Tom, " the honest tar reply'd,
" Or smite my timbers else I'll thrash thy hide;
" See there, thou lubber, view yon gallant chief,
" With whom, God rest him! oft I've plough'd the " deep.
" Show me a foe, can make Jack Oakham fear. "
But here he sigh'd, and wip'd away a tear!