He’d pass as the heftiest swearin’ man that
ever I heard at sea,
An’ that is allowin’ a powerful lot, as sartinly
you will agree.
Whenever he cursed his arm shot up an’ his
fingers they wiggled about,
Till they seemed to us like a windmill’s fans
a-pumpin’ the cuss-words out.
He swore that day by the fodder hay of the
Great Jeehookibus whale,