And I'm blowed if she didn't turn raspy, and chaff me for being afraid.
Arter this things appeared to go quisby; Bell's skirt 'ad got slimed, dontcher see.
And she vowed it was spiled, while Jack looked jest as though he could scrumplicate me.
So sez I, "Let us turn up this barney, and toddle ashore for some grub;"
And we pulled up the stone and the hanchor, and made a bee-line for our pub.
The dinner soon smoothed down our feathers, though Jack 'ad a sad sort o' look.
Selfish fellows these hanglers are, Charlie, they carn't keep their heye off the 'ook.
Bless yer 'art, 'cos we struck arter dinner, and chucked up the perch for a spree,
And took a turn round, me a pulling, that Jack looked as blue as could be.
'Owsomever we chaffed 'im a good 'un. Miss Bell and yours truly got thick,