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--Swallow-tail 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 tugboat 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 an' 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.

It seemed that they might be appropriate to the time and place, but he had no more than mentioned the title when Disko brought down one foot with a bang, and cried, "Don't go on, young feller.