Page:The Seven Seas (Kipling, 1896).djvu/246

224 You'd like to treat me fair?

You can't, because we're pore?

We'd starve? What do I care!

We might, but this is shore!

I want the name—no more—

The name, an' lines to show,

An' not to be an 'ore. . ..

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!