For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft, Faithful, below, he did his duty; But now he's gone aloft.

For though his body's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft.

For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft,/ To keep watch for the life of poor Jack!