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2ND
NANTUCKET
SAILOR
Avast
the
chorus
!
Eight
bells
there
!
d'ye
hear
,
bell-boy
?
Strike
the
bell
eight
,
thou
Pip
!
thou
blackling
!
and
let
me
call
the
watch
.
I
've
the
sort
of
mouth
for
that
-
the
hogshead
mouth
.
So
,
so
,
(
thrusts
his
head
down
the
scuttle
,
)
Star-bo-l-e-e-n-s
,
a-h-o-y
!
Eight
bells
there
below
!
Tumble
up
!
DUTCH
SAILOR
Grand
snoozing
to-night
,
maty
;
fat
night
for
that
.
I
mark
this
in
our
old
Mogul
's
wine
;
it
's
quite
as
deadening
to
some
as
filliping
to
others
.
We
sing
;
they
sleep
-
aye
,
lie
down
there
,
like
ground-tier
butts
.
At
'
em
again
!
There
,
take
this
copper-pump
,
and
hail
'
em
through
it
.
Tell
'
em
to
avast
dreaming
of
their
lassies
.
Tell
'
em
it
's
the
resurrection
;
they
must
kiss
their
last
,
and
come
to
judgment
.
That
's
the
way
-
that
's
it
;
thy
throat
ai
n't
spoiled
with
eating
Amsterdam
butter
.
FRENCH
SAILOR
Hist
,
boys
!
let
's
have
a
jig
or
two
before
we
ride
to
anchor
in
Blanket
Bay
.
What
say
ye
?
There
comes
the
other
watch
.
Stand
by
all
legs
!
Pip
!
little
Pip
!
hurrah
with
your
tambourine
!
PIP
(
Sulky
and
sleepy
)
Do
n't
know
where
it
is
.
FRENCH
SAILOR
Beat
thy
belly
,
then
,
and
wag
thy
ears
.
Jig
it
,
men
,
I
say
;
merry
's
the
word
;
hurrah
!
Damn
me
,
wo
n't
you
dance
?
Form
,
now
,
Indian-file
,
and
gallop
into
the
double-shuffle
?
Throw
yourselves
!
Legs
!
legs
!
ICELAND
SAILOR
I
do
n't
like
your
floor
,
maty
;
it
's
too
springy
to
my
taste
.
I
'm
used
to
ice-floors
.
I
'm
sorry
to
throw
cold
water
on
the
subject
;
but
excuse
me
.
MALTESE
SAILOR
Me
too
;
where
's
your
girls
?
Who
but
a
fool
would
take
his
left
hand
by
his
right
,
and
say
to
himself
,
how
d'ye
do
?
Partners
!
I
must
have
partners
!
SICILIAN
SAILOR
Aye
;
girls
and
a
green
!
-
then
I
'll
hop
with
ye
;
yea
,
turn
grasshopper
!
LONG-ISLAND
SAILOR
Well
,
well
,
ye
sulkies
,
there
's
plenty
more
of
us
.
Hoe
corn
when
you
may
,
say
I.
All
legs
go
to
harvest
soon
.
Ah
!
here
comes
the
music
;
now
for
it
!
