2nd Nantucket sailor .

Avast the chorus! Eight bells there! d’ye hear, bellboy? 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 .