To jerk it out, but we held him stout so he
couldn’t duck nor swim,
An’ we h’isted him over—that old sea-rover—
we’d business there with him.
A-yoopin’ for air he laid on deck, an’ the skip-
per he says, says he:
“You’re the wust, dog-gondest, mis’able hog
that swims the whole durn sea.
’Mongst gents as is gents it’s a standin’ rule to
leave each gent his own—