Buzzby acted with great spirit and was evidently a prime favourite. He
could scarcely recollect a word of his part, but he remembered the
general drift of it, and had ready wit enough to extemporise. Having
explained that he was the only survivor of a shipwrecked crew, he
proceeded to tell some of his adventures in foreign lands, and
afterwards described part of his experiences in a song, to which the
doctor played an accompaniment behind the scenes. The words were
composed by himself, sung to the well-known Scotch air, "Corn Riggs",
and ran as follows:--

"The Jolly Tar.

"My comrades, you must know
It was many years ago
I left my daddy's cottage in the green wood O!
And I jined a man-o'-war
An' became a jolly tar,
An' fought for king and country on the high seas O!
Pull, boys, cheerily, our home is on the sea.
Pull, boys, merrily and lightly O!
Pull, boys, cheerily, the wind is passing
free
An' whirling up the foam and water sky-high O!

"There's been many a noble fight,
But Trafalgar was the sight
That beat the Greeks and Romans in their glory O!
For Britain's jolly sons
Worked the thunder-blazing guns,
And Nelson stood the bravest in the fore-front O!
Pull, boys, etcetera.

"A roaring cannon shot
Came an' hit the very spot
Where my leg goes click-an'-jumble in the socket O!
And swept it overboard
With the precious little hoard
Of pipe, an' tin, an' baccy in the pocket O!
Pull, boys, etcetera.

"They took me down below,
An' they laid me with a row
Of killed and wounded messmates on a table O!
Then up comes Dr Keg,
An' says, Here's a livin' leg
I'll sew upon the stump if I am able O!
Pull, boys, etcetera.

"This good and sturdy limb
Had belonged to fightin' Tim,
An' scarcely had they sewed it on the socket O!
When up the hatch I flew,
An' dashed among the crew,
An' sprang on board the Frenchman like a rocket O!
Pull, boys, etcetera.

"'Twas this that gained the day,
For that leg it cleared the way--
And the battle raged like fury while it lasted O!
Then ceased the shot and shell
To fall upon the swell,
And the Union-Jack went bravely to the mast-head O!
Pull, boys, etcetera."

We need scarcely say that this song was enthusiastically encored, and
that the chorus was done full justice to by the audience, who picked it
up at once and zang it with lusty vehemence. At the last word Ben Bolt
nodded