passengers get sea-sick—don't sleep nights—
do not enjoy themselves, as a general thing;—
I never go as a passenger or the like
And as for cook,— I never fancied broiling —

No, when I go, I go before the mast,
plumb down into the forecastle, aloft
the royal mast head spar to spar, like grass
in a May meadow. unpleasant enough.

some old hunks of sea-captain orders me?
What does indignity amount to, weighed?
Do you think Gabriel thinks less of me,
cause I obey old hunks? Who ain't a slave?

The sea-captains may order me about—
so the universal thump is passed round.