If ye note as ye pass he’s havin’ a cinch, stand
off an’ leave him alone.
But you’ve slobbered along where you don’t
belong, an’ you’ve gone an’ spiled the thing,
An’ now, by the pink-tailed Wah-hoo-fish,
you’ll take your dose, by jing!”
So, actin’ by orders, the cook fetched up our
biggest knife on board,
An’ he ripped that shark in his ’midship bulge;
then the Old Man he explored.