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.
"You mean to say there's twins like that occupying the _Harvest
Moon_?--
"Magdalena,
First I seen her
Underneath an orange-tree--
"They are," says Irish.
"Well--ain't they got nerve!"
"She was swashin'
Suds and washin'
Shirts beneath her orange-tree,"
he says.
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