If he did but 'alf of it, we must 'ave him.

In them togs, aboard the _Vesuvius_ now.

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Lord love me, he's dancin'!" "Ay, and he's going to sing." "_Sing!_" "Mark my word, he's going to sing," repeated Bill Adams with confidence; and, sure enough, Mr.Sturge stepped forward and with a reproachful glance at the empty Royal box uplifted his voice: "When honest Jack across the foam Puts forth to meet the Gallic foe, His tributary tear for home He wipes away with a Yow-heave-ho! Man the braces, Take your places, Fill the tot and push the can; He's a lubber That would blubber When Britannia needs a _Man_!" "S'help us, Bill, what are they doing _now_ ?" gasped Ben Jope, as two groups of seamen, one at either wing, took up the chorus; tailing on to a cable and heaving while they sang.
"Fishin' the anchor," said Bill pensively; "_that's_ what they're doin'.