Don't you know it ?" SOME FRIEND OF HARRIS'S (_from the back of the room_): "No, you're not, you chuckle-head, you're singing the Admiral's song from _Pinafore_." [_Long argument between Harris and Harris's friend as to what Harris is really singing_.

_Friend finally suggests that it doesn't matter what Harris is singing so long as Harris gets on and sings it_, _and Harris_, _with an evident sense of injustice rankling inside him_, _requests pianist to begin again_.

_Pianist_, _thereupon_, _starts prelude to the Admiral's song_, _and Harris_, _seizing what he considers to be a favourable opening in the music_, _begins_.] HARRIS: "'When I was young and called to the Bar.'" [_General roar of laughter_, _taken by Harris as a compliment_.
_Pianist_, _thinking of his wife and family_, _gives up the unequal contest and retires_; _his place being taken by a stronger-nerved man_.
THE NEW PIANIST (_cheerily_): "Now then, old man, you start off, and I'll follow.

We won't bother about any prelude." HARRIS (_upon whom the explanation of matters has slowly dawned--laughing_): "By Jove! I beg your pardon.

Of course--I've been mixing up the two songs.