Pew. That’s my way. That’s Pew’s way, that is. That’s Pew’s way all over. Commander, excuse the liberty; but when I was your age, making allowance for a lowlier station and less ’ed for argyment, I was as like you as two peas. I know it by the v’ice (sings)—
‘We hadn’t been three days at sea before we saw a sail,
So we clapped on every stitch would stand, although it blew a gale,
And we walked along full fourteen knots, for the barkie she did know
As well as ever a soul on board, ’twas time for us to go.’
Chorus, Cap’n!
Pew and Kit (in chorus)—
‘Time for us to go,
Time for us to go,
As well as ever a soul on board,
’Twas time for us to go.’
Pew (sings)—
‘We carried away the royal yard, and the stunsail boom was gone;
Says the skipper, “They may go or stand, I’m damned if I don’t crack on;”
So the weather braces we’ll round in, and the trysail set also,
And we’ll keep the brig three p’ints away, for it’s time for us to go.
Give it mouth, Commander!
Pew and Kit (in chorus)—
‘Time for us to go,
Time for us to go,
And we’ll keep the brig three p’ints away,
For it’s time for us to go.’