_Chorus_.--Let's give him a piece of our mind, my Bet, Port Admiral, you be damned. I had the flour and plums all pick'd, and suet all chopp'd fine, To mix into a pudding rich for all the mess to dine; I pawn'd my ear-rings for the beef, it weigh'd 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 look'd 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 cramm'd; I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound, Port Admiral, you be damned. _Chorus_.--I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound, Port Admiral, you be damned. 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 look'd 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 cramm'd; Here's once for all my mind, old hunks, Port Admiral, you be damned. _Chorus_.--So once for all our mind, old hunks, Port Admiral, you be damned. "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 damned." "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. "Pat is most worse still," said the corporal, stalking aft, and leaving Jemmy Ducks to follow up the train of his own thoughts. Jemmy, who had been roused by the corporal, and felt the snow insinuating itself into the nape of his neck, thought he might as well go down below.