Oh, real sweet of you. We’re not even married yet—and he’s a widower already!
Geert.
[Gaily.] There’s many a slip! Hahaha! Shall I give him a poke? I don’t need a belaying pin——[Sings.]
“Sailing, sailing, don’t wait to be called;
Starboard watch, spring from your bunk;
Let the man at the wheel go to his rest;
The rain is good and the wind is down.
It’s sailing, it’s sailing,
It’s sailing for the starboard watch.”
[The others join him in beating time on the table with their fists.]