Hey up, hey hoe

Hey up lads, wait for it, wait for me. Ye gads of the sailing ships, the 3 golden galleons are sailing away from me, and leaving me on this island in the south seas near Australasia and all its jungles. What now ye gads, what now? And so it was that our gallant sargeant at arms on board the HMS Repulse was left behind as the fourth man, by the very captains of the HMS Lancastrian Rose, the HMS Yorkist Hyacinthe and the HMS Repulse that he had served so faithfully during this terrible war with the Napoleonic Frigates, now to savour his own sea-salted fate, like a Saltheart Foamfollower, and to await the inevitable arrival on his beach of a tribe of pygmie indians of a distinctly cannibal hue, and looking very hungry even at this distance. RIP.