"A reg'lar Boston concert." There was a burst of spray as the hatch opened, and Disko, in yellow oilskins, descended.
"Ye're just in time, Disko.

Fwhat's she doin' outside ?" "Jest this!" He dropped on to the lockers with the push and heave of the _We're Here_.
"We're singin' to kape our breakfasts down.

Ye'll lead, av course, Disko," said Long Jack.
"Guess there ain't more'n 'baout two old songs I know, an' ye've heerd them both." His excuses were cut short by Tom Platt launching into a most dolorous tune, like unto the moaning of winds and the creaking of masts.

With his eyes fixed on the beams above, Disko began this ancient, ancient ditty, Tom Platt flourishing all round him to make the tune and words fit a little: "There is a crack packet--crack packet o' fame, She hails from Noo York, an' the _Dreadnought's_ her name.
You may talk o' your fliers--Swallowtail and Black Ball-- But the _Dreadnought's_ the packet that can beat them all.
"Now the _Dreadnought_ she lies in the River Mersey, Because of the tug-boat to take her to sea; But when she's off soundings you shortly will know (Chorus.) She's the Liverpool packet--O Lord, let her go! "Now the _Dreadnought_ she's howlin' crost the Banks o' Newfoundland, Where the water's all shallow and the bottom's all sand.
Sez all the little fishes that swim to and fro: (Chorus.) 'She's the Liverpool packet--O Lord, let her go!'", There were scores of verses, for he worked the _Dreadnought_ every mile of the way between Liverpool and New York as conscientiously as though he were on her deck, and the accordion pumped and the fiddle squeaked beside him.

Tom Platt followed with something about "the rough and tough McGinn, who would pilot the vessel in." Then they called on Harvey, who felt very flattered, to contribute to the entertainment; but all that he could remember were some pieces of "Skipper Ireson's Ride" that he had been taught at the camp-school in the Adirondacks.