Of men, and arms, and sheeted carts,
And guns with stoppered throats.
"Boys, what you goin' to doin' on?
Hello!—this way that beer.
You goin' to captivate New York?
Pine-shillin' piece—look here—"
"Sing us a song." "'Bout what?" said Hale.
"Sing us 'All in the Doons'—
'Britannia Rule'—'God save the King'"—
Said Hale, "Don't know the tunes."