Bruddern and sistern, sing de ole six hundredth toon.

Ahem! I wish I was a married man, A married man I'd be! An' ketch the grub fer both of us A-fishin' in the sea.
Big fish, Little fish, It's all the same to me! I got a organ stop in my throat.

Can't sing below my breath to save my life.

He! he! After three days had elapsed, Westcott sent a still more melancholy note to Katy.

It made her weep from the first line to the last.