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CAPTAIN
PINK OF 'THE PEPPERMINT'
by
Wallace Irwin
Old Capting Pink of The ‘Peppermint’,
though kindly at heart and
good,
Had a blunt, bluff way of a-gittin’ ‘is say
that we all of us understood.
When he brained a man with a pingle spike
or plastered a seaman
flat,
We should ‘a’ been blowed, but we all of us knowed
that he didn’t
mean nothin’ by that.
For Capting Pink was a bashful man
and leary of talk as death,
So he easily saw that a crack in the jaw
was better than wastin’
his breath.
Sometimes he’d stroll from the ostrich hatch
jest a-feelin’ a trifle
rum,
Then he’d hang us tars to the masts and spars
by a heel or an ear
or a thumb.
When he done like that, as he oft times did,
we winked at each other
and smole,
And we snickered in glee and says, says we,
“Ain’t that like a dear
old soul.”
I was wonderful fond of Capting Pink,
and Pink he was fond of me,
(As he frequently said when he battered my head
or sousled me into
the sea).
When he sewed the carpenter up in a sack,
and fired the cook from
a gun,
We’d a-thunked that ‘is rule was a little mite crool
if we hadn’t
knowed Pink as we done.
Old Capting Pink of the ‘Peppermint’,
we all of us loved him so,
That we waited one night till the tide was right
and the funnels
were set for a blow.
Then we hauled ‘im out of his feather bed
and hammered the dear
old bloke,
And he understood, (as we knowed he would)
that we done what we
did as a joke.
Then we roguishly tumbled ‘im over the side,
and quickly reversin’
the screws,
We hurried away to Mehitabel Bay
for a jolly piratical cruise.
Old Capting Pink off the ‘Peppermint -
I’m shocked and I’m pained
to say,
That there’s few you’ll find of the Capting’s kind
in this here
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