But three times three died plaguily
A-wriggling on a hook O.
A hook both strong and bright and long,
They died by gash o' hook O.

So cheerly O and cheerly O,
Come shake a leg, lads, all O.
Wi' a yo-ho-ho and a rumbelow
And main-haul, shipmates, haul O.

Some swam in rum to kingdom come,
Full many a lusty fellow.
And since they're dead I'll lay my head
They're flaming now in hell O.

So cheerly O, so cheerly O"--

Waiting for no more of the vile rant I strode forward and thus
presently came on a small dell or dingle full of the light of a
fire that crackled right merrily; at the which most welcome sight
I made shift to scramble down the steepy bank forthright and
approached the blaze on eager feet. Drawing near, I saw the fire
burned within a small cave beneath the bank, and as I came within
its radiance the song broke off suddenly and a man rose up,
facing me across the fire and with one hand hid under the flap of
his side pocket.

"Fibs off your popps, cull!" quoth in the vernacular of the
roads. "Here's none but a pal as lacketh warmth and a bite!"