Says he, ‘My gallant crew,
“‘Our captain in a dungeon lies,
The sharks have got him flat,
But if we fire the town, my boys,
We’ll have him out of that!
“‘We’ll stop their jaw, we’ll spike their guns!
We’ll larn ’em what they’re at—
You bend your backs, and pull, my sons,
We’ll have him out of that!’”
This she sang twice, and then professed her readiness to accompany Hippolyte and his band down the mountain, delaying their departure, however, by all the means she could think of, including profuse offers of hospitality, which had but little effect, possibly because the guests were personally satisfied that there was nothing left to drink.