“You gotta eat more beans before you can pull like a regular sailor. Women ain’t no use on a ship except to eat up grub.”
Then he burst into a chantey that sailors sing about “Womenfolk on Ships,” and put my name in it.
This is the song:
“Sweet Joan, a maiden of fourteen years old,
Not once in her life had been kissed.
Except by her cats and her dogs, I been told,
And the beauties of life she had missed.
“And OH! how she longed for the love of a man
But all seemed to turn her away.
Till one day she set on a capital plan