He simply turned an’ faced us, an’ he says: “I
meant ye good.
I asked a breeze from suth’ard, but it slipped
an’ got away;
Still, you needn’t worry, shipmates! When I
owe a debt I’ll pay.”
He reeved a coil of hawser that the Mary car-
ried spare,
An’ fastened on a gang-hook an’ baited it with
care.