Clifford (July 10, 1908): It was about last November, And all my money I had spent. And as quite usual for a sailor. A-down to the shipping office I went. Cho.: Oh, Johnny, come back. Heave in the slack. Heave away our capstan, heave a pawl, heave a paw-aw-aw-awl! ‘Bout ship’s stations, boys, be handy. Raise tacks, sheets, and mains’l haul! Now in my bag I had a bottle, For to [?knot the days with sleep]. I went to wet my bleedin’ throttle, When once the skipper I did see. Cho. Line 2, stanza 2, is hard to decipher.
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