Them that has white ties and kid gloves can wear 'em; and them that's hout of sech articles must come as they can.

Pick up that tar-pot, ye fool! Now are ye all coming and bringing your voices along with ye?
Hany gentleman as 'as 'ad the misfortin' to leave his music behind will oblige the ship's company with an ex-tem-por." "Long life to ye, bo'sun; it's a neat hand at a speech ye are, upon my conscience!" cried Dennis, over my shoulder, and then his arm was around it, shaking with laughter, as we were hurried along by the eager crowd.
"He's a wag, that old fellow, too.

Come along, little Jack! You're mighty shaky on your feet, considering the festivities that we're bound for.

Step it out, my boy, or I'll have to carry ye." "Are ye coming to the fo'c'sle ?" said I, being well aware that this was equivalent to a drawing-room visitor taking tea in the kitchen.

"You know it's where the common sailors, and Alister and I have our meals ?" I added, for his private ear.
"Thank ye for the hint.