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Said the captain, ' I'm hang'd now, you're cool, and I'm bang'd now ! ' Said Hal, ' Here, old Weatherface, take all my clothes.' And ashore then he steer'd her; the lads they all cheer'd her; But the captain was jealous, and looked down his nose.
Then she got a shore tailor to rig up her sailor
In white nankeen trowsers and long blue-tail'd coat;
And he looked like a squire, for all to admire, With a dimity handkercher tied round his throat.
They'd a house that was greater than any first-rater, With footmen in livery handing the drink,
And a garden to go in, where flowers were blowing, The buttercup, daisy, the lily, the pink.
And he got edication befitting his station
(For we all of us know we're not too old to larn);
And his messmates they found him, his little ones round him, All chips of the old block from the stem to the starn.