"An' China boy gottee lations, blead an' beer, allee same hon'lable officer gottee jug," continued Ah Sin.
"Then what more can wantchee?" concluded Dam Li triumphantly.
I surrendered unconditionally.
GOOD-BYE, AUSTRALIANS!
Through the Channel's drift and toss
Swift your homing transports churn;
Soon for you the Southron Cross
High above your bows shall burn;
Soon beyond the rolling Bight