ie. "I'm going to fill her with devils
in the likeness o' pitch and sulphur. We must shift the Dons round
Dunkirk corner, and if shot can't do it, we'll send down fireships."
'"I've given him my share of the ANTONY," says my Aunt. "What do you
reckon to do about yours?"
'"She offered it," said Frankie, laughing.
'"She wouldn't have if I'd overheard her," I says; "because I'd have
offered my share first." Then I told him how the ANTONY's sails was best
trimmed to drive before the wind, and seeing he was full of occupations
we went acrost to that Bridport hoy, and left him.
'But Frankie was gentle-born, d'ye see, and that sort they never
overlook any folks' dues.
'When the hoy passed under his stern, he stood bare-headed on the poop
same as if my Aunt had been his Queen, and his musicianers played "Mary
Ambree" on their silver trumpets quite a long while. Heart alive, little
maid! I never meaned to make you look sorrowful!
'Bunny Lewknor in his sackcloth petticoats burst through the birch scrub
wiping his forehead.
'We've got the stick to rights now! She've been a whole hatful o'
trouble. You come an' ride her home, Mus' Dan and Miss Una!'
'They found the proud wood-gang at the foot of the slope, with the log
double-chained on the tug.
'Cattiwow, what are you going to do with it?'said Dan, as they straddled
the thin part.
'She's going down to Rye to make a keel for a Lowestoft fishin'-boat,
I've heard. Hold tight!'
'Cattiwow cracked his whip, and the great log dipped and tilted, and
leaned and dipped again, exactly like a stately ship upon the high seas.
Frankie's Trade
Old Horn to All Atlantic said:
(A-hay O! To me O!)
'Now where did Frankie learn his trade?
For he ran me down with a three-reef mains'le.'
(All round the Horn!)
Atlantic answered: 'Not from me!
You'd better ask the cold North Sea,
For he ran me down under all plain canvas.'
(All round the Horn!)
The North Sea answered: 'He's my man,
For he came to me when he began--
Frankie Drake in an open coaster.
(All round the Sands!)
'I caught him young and I used him sore,
So you never shall startle Frankie more,
Without capsizing Earth and her waters.
(All round the Sands!)
'I did not favour him at all,
I made him pull and I made him haul--
And stand his trick with the common sailors.
(All round the Sands!)
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