The Old Commodore This is the heading to a nautical song which well expresses the indomitable spirit of our fighting sea-dogs. The doctor in the background tell the old commodore that "the Bullets and the gout have so knocked his hull about that he'll never be fit for sea":- "What! no more to be afloat? Blood and fury! they lie! I'm a seaman and only threescore; And if, as they tell me, I'm likely to die, Gadzocks! let me die ashore. "So at least says an old commodore, Whom the devil, nor the gout, Nor the French dogs to boot, "Shall kill, they grapple him at sea."