“Larboard Watch Ahoy!”
“Oh! Oh! I know that,” cried Harriet, remembering a farmer friend of Somers’, who had initiated her into the thrilling harmony, down in Cornwall.
“There wasn’t a soul left in the hall, when we’d finished, except Victoria and the other chap’s wife,” said Jack.
“Oh, what a fib. They applauded like anything, and made you give an encore.”
“Ay, and we didn’t know another bally duet between us, so we had to sing Larboard Watch over again. It was Larboard Alarum Clock by the time we got to the end of it, it went off with such a rattle.”
“Oh, do let us sing it,” said Harriet. “You must help me when I go wrong, because I don’t know it well.”
“What part do you want to sing?” said Jack.
“Oh, I sing the first part.”
“Nay,” said Jack. “I sing that part myself. I’m a high tenor, I am, once I get the wind up.”
“I couldn’t possibly sing the alto,” said Harriet.