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[Tiny she looked on the grating—that oily, treacly
sea-] Hundred and eighteen East, remember, and South
just three. Easy bearings to carry-three South-three to the
dot; But I gave McAndrews a copy in case of dying-or
not. And so you'll write to McAndrews, he's Chief of
the Maori Line; They'll give him leave, if you ask 'em and say it's
business o' mine. I built three boats for the Maoris, an' very well
pleased they were, An' I've known Mac since the Fifties, and Mac knew
me and her.
After the first stroke warned me I sent him the
money to keep Against the time you'd claim it, committin' your
dad to the deep; For you are the son o' my body, and Mac was my
oldest friend, I've never asked ’im to dinner, but he'll see it out
to the end. Stiff-necked Glasgow beggar, I've heard he's
prayed for my soul,
But he couldn't lie if you paid him, and he'd starve
before he stole. He'll take the Mary in ballast-you'll find her a
lively ship; And you'll take Sir Anthony Gloster, that goes on
his wedding-trip, Lashed in our old deck-cabin with all three port
holes wide, The kick o' the screw beneath him and the round
blue seas outside! Sir Anthony Gloster's carriage-our 'ouse-flag fly
in’ freeTen thousand men on the pay-roll and forty
freighters at sea! He made himself and a million, but this world is
a fleetin' show, And he'll go to the wife of 'is bosom the same as
he ought to go. By the heel of the Paternosters—there isn't a chance
to mistake-And Mac'll pay you the money as soon as the bub
bles break! Five thousand for six weeks' cruising, the stanch
est freighter afloat, And Mac he'll give you your bonus the minute I'm He'll take you round to Macassar, and you'll come
out o' the boat!
back alone; He knows what I want o' the Mary. ... I'll do
what I please with my own. Your mother 'ud call it wasteful, but I've seven
and-thirty more; I'll come in my private carriage and bid it wait at
the door. .. For my son 'e was never a credit: 'e muddled
with books and art, And 'e lived on Sir Anthony's money and 'e broke
Sir Anthony's heart. There isn't even a grandchild, and the Gloster
family's doneThe only one you left me, O mother, the only
one! Harrer an' Trinity College! Me slavin' early an’
late, An' he thinks I'm dyin' crazy, and you're in Ma
cassar Strait! Flesh o' my flesh, my dearie, for ever an' ever
amen, That first stroke come for a warning; I ought to
ha' gone to you then, But-cheap repairs for a cheap 'un-the doctors Mary, why didn't you warn me? I've allus heeded
said I'd do:
Excep'-I know-about women; but you are a
spirit now; An', wife, they was only women, and I was a man.
could not understand; But I never talked 'em secrets. I paid 'em out o'
hand. Thank Gawd, I can pay for my fancies! Now
what's five thousand to me, For a berth off the Paternosters in the haven where
I would be ?
I believe in the Resurrection, if I read my Bible
plain, But I wouldn't trust 'em at Wokin'; we're safer at
sea again. For the heart it shall go with the treasure-go
down to the sea in ships. I'm sick of the hired women–I'll kiss my girl on
her lips! I'll be content with my fountain, I'll drink from my
own well, And the wife of my youth shall charm me-an' the
rest can go to Hell !
(Dickie, he will, that's certain.) I'll lie in our
standin'-bed, An' Mac'll take her in ballast—and she trims best
by the head.. Down by the head an' sinkin'. Her fires are drawn
and cold, And the water's splashin' hollow on the skin of
the empty holdChurning an' choking and chuckling, quiet and
scummy and darkFull to her lower hatches and risin' steady.
That was the after-bulkhead. ... she's flooded
from stem to stern.
Never seen death yet, Dickie? .
your time to learn!