Capt. G. There’s nothing like the sea to live on, is there, mother? (Sings.)
“I’m on the sea,
I am where I would ever be,
The deep, the dark, the rolling sea.”
Mary. You’ll have to sing it “river” for us, father.
J. Q. A. (takes up the refrain, and snaps his whip at the end of each line).
I am where I would ever be-iver,
The deep, the dark, the rolling re-iver.
L. J. Thtop! you thap-head (sap-head), you thilly coot! (William and Mary whisper together.)
Capt. G. I guess I’ll go an’ fodder them caows. (Humming.)