| “Time for us to go, Time for us to go, As well as ever a soul on board ’Twas time for us to go.” |
Pew (sings)—
| “We carried away the royal yard, and the stunsail boom was gone; Says the skipper, ’They may go or stand, I’m damned if I don’t crack on; So the weather braces we’ll round in, and the trysail set also, And we’ll keep the brig three p’ints away, for it’s time for us to go.” |
Give it mouth, Commander!
Pew and Kit (in chorus)—
| “Time for us to go, Time for us to go, And we’ll keep the brig three p’ints away, For it’s time for us to go.” |
Pew. I ain’t sung like that since I sang to Admiral ’Awke, the night before I lost my eyes, I ain’t. “Sink me!” says he, says Admiral ’Awke, my old commander (touching his hat), “sink me!” he says, “if that ain’t ’art-of-oak,” he says: “’art-of-oak,” says he, “and a pipe like a bloody blackbird!” Commander, here’s my respecks, and the devil fly away with Admiral Guinea!
Kit. I say, Pew, how’s this? How do you know about Admiral Guinea? I say, Pew, I begin to think you know too much.
Pew. I ax your pardon; but as a man with a ’ed for argyment—and that’s your best p’int o’ sailing, Commander; intelleck is your best p’int—as a man with a ’ed for argyment, how do I make it out?
Kit. Aha, you’re a sly dog, you’re a deep dog, Pew; but you can’t get the weather of Kit French. How do I make it out? I’ll tell you. I make it out like this: Your name’s Pew, ain’t it? Very well. And you know Admiral Guinea, and that’s his name, eh? Very well. Then you’re Pew; and the Admiral’s the Admiral; and you know the Admiral; and by George, that’s all. Hey? Drink about, boys, drink about!