I speak more by by.
"Good friends, many whale-ships here now; and many bad men come in 'em.

No good sailors living--that you know very well.

They come here, 'cause so bad they no keep 'em home.
"My good little girls, no run after sailors--no go where they go; they harm you.

Where they come from, no good people talk to 'em--just like dogs.

Here, they talk to Pomaree, and drink arva with great Poofai.
"Good friends, this very small island, but very wicked, and very poor; these two go together.