“‘Sure, couldn’t we cut a slice aff the pork?’ says I.
“‘By gor, I never thought o’ that,’ says the captain. ‘You’re a clever fellow, Paddy,’ says he, laughin’.
“‘Oh, there’s many a true word said in joke,’ says I.
“‘Thrue for you, Paddy,’ says he.
“‘Well, then,’ says I, ‘if you put me ashore there beyant (for we were nearin’ the land all the time), ‘and, sure, I can ax them for to lind me the loan of a gridiron,’ says I.
“‘Oh, by gor, the butther’s comin’ out o’ the stirabout in airnest now,’ says he; ‘you gommoch,’ says he, ‘sure I told you before that’s France—and, sure, they’re all furriners there,’ says the captain.
“‘Well, says I, ‘and how do you know but I’m as good a furriner myself as any o’ thim?’
“‘What do you mane?’ says he.
“‘I mane,’ says I, ‘what I towld you, that I’m as good a furriner myself as any o thim.’
“‘Make me sinsible,’ says he.