“Didn’t you hear the cap’n tell you to pipe up, you mutinous brat?”
Thus adjured, Dicky began in a deliciously sweet but rather uncertain voice:[4]
When the wind at night whistles o’er the deep
And sings to landsmen dreary,
The sailor, fearless, goes to sleep
Or takes his watch most cheery.
Snoozing here,
Tossing there,
Steadily, readily,
Cheerily, merrily,