"There now, I taught him painting," said the Mate.
When he had gone, the gathered men dispersed;
Yet two or three still lingered to dispute
What errors made the Dauber's work the worst.
They probed his want of knowledge to the root.
"Bei Gott!" they swore, "der Dauber cannot do 't;
He haf no knolich how to put der pense.
Der Mate's is goot. Der Dauber haf no sense."
"You hear?" the Bosun cried, "you cannot do it!"
"A gospel truth," the Cook said, "true as hell!