I like this one.
Listen!" "They put me in the quad--in the quad; They put me in the quad--in the quad.
They put me in the quad, They chained me to a rod, And they left me there, by God-- Damn your eyes!" "Kilrain, come here and make it fast or I'll damn your eyes!" He explained to Bard: "Got to be hard with these fellers or you never get nowhere with 'em." "Yo ho!" answered the voice of the singer, and approached booming: "The parson he did come, he did come; The parson he did come--did come.
The parson he did come, He looked almighty glum, He talked of kingdom come--.
Damn your eyes!" Shorty loomed in the doorway and caught his hand to his forehead in a nautical salute.

He had one bad eye, and now it squinted as villainously as if he were the real _Sam'l Hall_.
"Righto sir.

What'll you have, mate ?" "Don't mate me, you igner'nt sweepin' of the South Sea, but trot up some red-eye--and gallop." The ex-sailor shifted his quid so that it stuck far out in the opposite cheek with such violence of pressure that a little spot of white appeared through the tan of the skin.

He regarded Lawlor for a silent moment with bodeful eyes.
"What the hell are you lookin' at ?" roared the other.

"On your way!" The features of Kilrain twitched spasmodically.
"Righto, sir." Another salute, and he was off, his voice coming back less and less distinctly.
"So up the rope I'll go, I will go; So up the rope I'll go--I'll go.
So up the rope I'll go With the crowd all down below Yelling, 'Sam, I told you so!' Damn their eyes!".