We’ll drink tonight with hearts as light,

To love, as gay and fleeting

As bubbles that swim, on the beaker’s brim,

And break on the lips while meeting.

We’ll drink tonight with hearts as light, To love, as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim, on the beaker’s brim, And break on the lips while meeting.

A brave stave that⁠—who calls? Mr. Starbuck? Aye, aye, sir⁠— Aside he’s my superior, he has his too, if I’m not mistaken.⁠—Aye, aye, sir, just through with this job⁠—coming.