Secrets there are,—and those I shall not tell ye—
Captain Rock and I can keep our own counsel;
But my clothes were spoiled long before I came here
Over from Ireland.
Give me some whiskey—that is all I want now—
That makes me happy, for indeed I do not
Either for Shiel or O’Connell, or the vato
Care a potato!
Friend of Humanity.
I give thee whiskey—I will see thee burnt first.