Here Bet and Sue Are with me too, A shivering by my side, They both are dumb, And both look glum, And watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo, At the admiral's house looked she, To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free. You've got a roaring fire I'll bet, In it your toes are jammed, Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet, Port Admiral, you be d----d. _Chorus_.--Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet, Port Admiral, you be d----d. I had the flour and plums all picked, and suet all chopped fine, To mix into a pudding rich for all the mess to dine; I pawned my ear-rings for the beef, it weighed at least a stone, Now my fancy man is sent to sea, and I am left alone. Here's Bet and Sue Who stand here too, A shivering by my side, They both are dumb, They both look glum, And watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo, At the admiral's house looked she, To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free. You've got a turkey I'll be bound, With which you will be crammed, I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound, Port Admiral, you be d----d. _Chorus_.--I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound, Port Admiral, you be d----d. I'm sure that in this weather they cannot cook their meat, To eat it raw on Christmas-day will be a pleasant treat; But let us all go home, girls, it's no use waiting here, We'll hope that Christmas-day to come, they will have better cheer. So Bet and Sue Don't stand here too, A shivering by my side, Don't keep so dumb, Don't look so glum, Nor watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo, At the admiral's house looked she, To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free. So while they cut their raw salt junks, With dainties you'll be crammed, Here's once for all my mind, old hunks, Port Admiral, you be d----d. _Chorus_.--So once for all our mind, old hunks, Port Admiral you be d----d. "Mein Gott! but dat is rank mutiny, Mynheer Shemmy Tucks," observed Corporal Van Spitter, who had come upon the deck unperceived by Jemmy, and had listened to the song. "Mutiny, is it?" replied Jemmy, "and report this also. "I'll give you a bit of my mind, fat thief, You, corporal, may be d----d." "Dat is better and better--I mean to say, worser and worser," replied the corporal. "Take care I don't pitch you overboard," replied Jemmy, in wrath.