The Quid, Or Tales of My Messmates: Being a Colection [!] of Yarns, Ditties, Quid-ditties, and Od-ditties. By a Steerage PassengerW. Strange, 1832 - 240 pagina's |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
amongst arrack ashore Ayah beautiful berth Blackey blue fish Boatswain bone bottles bucket butcher cabin capstan captain cask catch Cheerly chief mate Commodore Blanket cried cuddy dark deck deep Dick dish Dukes of York eyes galley gave give glass grog hands head heard Jackson Joanna lady land laugh light lob skouce Long looking meat mess messmates Miles miseries Mister Jackson's morning mouth Muddoo musquitoes natives Neptune never nice night nutmeg o'er Oh drink pair passengers pine apples pipe poop poor pork preter pudding quid Ratlin rats rolling rope round Sago sailor sails salt says scene seized ship ship's side sleep smoking soon Spiller steward stood sure sure as fate swab tacks tail Ther thing thought took topgallant sail trees trowsers twas Twig Uncle Bentley vessel voyage watch whilst Wonder
Populaire passages
Pagina 5 - TWAS Saturday night, the twinkling stars Shone on the rippling sea ; No duty call'd the jovial tars, The helm was lash'd a-lee ; The ample can adorn'd the board, — Prepar'd to see it out, Each gave the girl that he ador'd, And push'd the grog about. Cried honest Tom, my Peg I'll toast, A frigate neat and trim, All jolly Portsmouth's...
Pagina 162 - It is a time of equality ; idlers, stewards and servants, barbers and sweepers, cooks and cooks' mates, doctors' mates and loblolly boys ; every man runs the same road, and hard and impenetrable is that soul that does not chime in with the old ditties, ' Pull away now, my Nancy 0 ! ' and the long
Pagina 9 - I'll toast, A frigate neat and trim, All jolly Portsmouth's favourite boast : I'd venture life and limb, Sail seven long years, and ne'er see land, With dauntless heart and stout, So tight a vessel to command : Then push the grog about. I'll give, cried little...
Pagina 162 - ... when all hands are turned up ; the motley group that man the bars, the fiddler stuck in a corner, the captain on the poop, encouraging the men to those desperate efforts that seem to the novice an attempt at pulling up the rocks by the root. It is a time of equality ; idlers, stewards and servants, barbers and sweepers, cooks and cooks...