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Aye; girls and a green!&mdash;then I’ll hop with ye; yea, turn grasshopper!

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!

Here you are, Pip; and there’s the windlass-bits; up you mount! Now, boys!

Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the jinglers!

Jinglers, you say?&mdash;there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so.

Rattle thy teeth, then, and pound away; make a pagoda of thyself.

Merry-mad! Hold up thy hoop, Pip, till I jump through it! Split jibs! tear yourselves!

That’s a white man; he calls that fun: humph! I save my sweat.