Then Gabriel would sing:
"Whiskey killed my poor old dad,
Whiskey drove my mother mad,
Whiskey caused me much abuse,
Whiskey put me in the calaboose,
Whiskey fills a man with care,
Whiskey makes a man a bear."
And the men would come through with the refrain:
"Whiskey, Johnny.
I drink whiskey when I can.
O whiskey for the Johnnies."
At the end of our song which ran through verses enough to bring a blanket piece of blubber swinging inboard, we would look wistfully toward the quarter-deck and wonder if the "old man" would take our musical hint.
Or Gabriel would start up "Rolling Rio":
"I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea."
The men would thunder:
"Rolling Rio."
Gabriel would continue: