Sing, Hic and hoc sumus nocturno,
Huzza for the jolly old moon!"
"Why, Garret, vintner, art asleep, man?" inquired the Captain. "Why dost thou not join in the burden?"
"To your hand, Captain," exclaimed Weasel, rousing himself and piping forth the chorus—
"Hic and hoc sumus nocturno,
Huzza for the jolly old moon!"
which he did not fail to repeat at the top of his voice at each return.
Dauntrees proceeded:
"She trails a royal following,
And a merry mad court doth keep,