sicilian sailor.
Aye; girls and a green!—then I’ll hop with ye; yea, turn grasshopper!
long-island sailor.
Well, well, ye sulkies, there’s plenty more of us. Hoe corn when you may, say I. All legs go to harvest soon. Ah! here comes the music; now for it!
azore sailor.
(Ascending, and pitching the tambourine up the scuttle.)
Here you are, Pip; and there’s the windlass-bits; up you mount! Now, boys!
(The half of them dance to the tambourine; some go below; some sleep or lie among the coils of rigging. Oaths a-plenty.)
azore sailor.
(Dancing.)
Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the jinglers!
pip.
Jinglers, you say?—there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so.
china sailor.
Rattle thy teeth, then, and pound away; make a pagoda of thyself.
french sailor.
Merry-mad! Hold up thy hoop, Pip, till I jump through it! Split jibs! tear yourselves!
tashtego.
(Quietly smoking.)
That’s a white man; he calls that fun: humph! I save my sweat.
