Captain: Leetle Betsy, I fergives yer.
Duke: I asks yer health, though I swings termorrer.
Patch: And may yer live long and 'appy!
Darlin': We 're lovin' yer, Betsy.
Betsy: My gracious lord, for these three years this cabin has been my home. These are my friends—the only friends I have ever known. They fed me when I had no food and they kept me warm against the cold. Must they hang? I ask you to pardon them.
Darlin': Glory ter God!
Joe: The pardon is granted. Captain, strike off their irons!
Darlin': We loves yer, Betsy.
Captain: We are fonder of yer than grog and singin' angels.
Patch: I thanks yer, King.