He tuned up a many times in yonder old barge, and shook the brown water, like a frigate's wake.

He would just make our fortin in the Minister, they said, with Black-eyed Susan and Tom Bowline." "Truly, he has a magnificent voice: what power, what compass, what a rich clear tone! In spite of the fog I will have the window up." Geoffrey Mordacks loved good singing, the grandest of all melody, and, impatient as he was, he forgot all hurry; while the river, and the buildings, and the arches of the bridge, were ringing, and echoing, and sweetly embosoming the mellow delivery of the one-legged tar.

And old Joe was highly pleased, although he would not show it, at such an effect upon a man so hard and dry.
"Now, your honor, it is overbad of you," he continued, with a softening grin, "to hasten me so, and then to hear me out o' window, because Bob hath a sweeter pipe.

Ah, he can whistle like a blackbird, too, and gain a lot of money; but there, what good?
He sacrifices it all to the honor of his heart, first maggot that cometh into it; and he done the very same with Rickon Goold, the Methody galley-raker.

We never was so softy when I were afloat.