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!
Azore sailor .
Ascending, and pitching the tambourine up the scuttle. Here you are, Pip; and there’s the windlass-bitts; up you mount! Now, boys!
The half of them dance to the tambourine; some go below; some sleep or lie among the coils of rigging. Oaths aplenty.
Azore sailor .
Dancing. Go it, Pip! Bang it, bellboy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bellboy! Make fireflies; break the jinglers!
Pip .
Jinglers, you say?—there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so.
China sailor .
Rattle thy teeth, then, and pound away; make a pagoda of thyself.
French sailor .