"'Tis Pete Hillary himself was pulled out forninst the sand-bar," he
says, "an' he's back in Ferdinand Street, swearin' for the bucket o'
wather he swallyed. An' 'tis the English consul up to the City Hall
says he come from Jamaica, an' a crowd of naygers from Ferdinand
Street be the docks. Ah, coom, Kid! Coom quick, for the love of God!"

And Sadler says: "Gi'n me a kiss," he says,

"Gi'n me a kiss, sweetheart, says he;
Don't shed no tears for me, says he,
And if I meet a lass as sweet
In Paraguay, in Paraguay,
I'll tell her this: 'Gi'n me a kiss;
You ain't half bad for Paraguay.'"

And Irish says: "An' there's two twin sojers with their guns," he
says, "an' belts full of cartridges on the _Harvest Moon_, an'
the gentlemen at the Transport says, Hide, dom ye! he says, till they
can ship ye wid a cargo to Californy."

Says Sadler:

"The little islands fall asleep,
The little wavelets wink.
Aye, God's on high; the sea is deep;
Go, Chepa, get some drink.
Ah, Magdalena----

"_Calm_, Irish! Get _calm!_" he says.