The Long Voyage Home Page #2

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And it's always one drink with the boys | and then...

After this trip, he'll stop trying.

Yes, I dare say you're right.

You're different from the rest of us.

Something on land | has still got a hold on you.

It's you ought to be going home.

You leave me out of it, Donkeyman.

Who's going to leave you out of it | when we get back to England?

I'm not going back.

- The ship is. | - But I'm not.

You mean you're going to desert?

Mind your own business, Donkeyman.

Play us a tune, you lug!

An Irish tune!

Hey, Ed. Want a drink?

Yeah, thanks.

Say, isn't it great? | We're gonna booze it on up with a...

senor?

I no like these men.

I like you.

querido.

I be your girl.

Dance with...

I don't dance.

Oh, Smitty. Smitty, you dog.

Gee, I almost popped you. | You and me is friends, Smitty, ain't we?

- Right you are, Yank. | - Ain't we? Sure.

Any pal of mine can have | anything I got, Smitty. Anything.

And she's a good-looker, ain't she, | Smitty, huh? Ain't she?

Come on, honey.

Boy, she's got a lot of fire, too, huh? | Here, have a drink. Go on. Go on.

Hey, baby, wait minute.

You done that on purpose, you hairy ape.

Who you calling a hairy ape?

You!

You're a cold punching swab.

Well, did you see him?

What I want to know is, | are we all friends or not?

- Why, sure we're friends. | - There now, have a drink.

- I will. | - God bless you.

Hey! Come on deck!

Seamen and firemen fighting, sir.

What's going on here?

They were, all of them, | having a bit of a harmless fight, sir.

Knife wound to the shoulder, sir.

- Who knifed him? | - I don't know, sir.

It's only a scratch,

hit his head on the deck when he fell.

Take him aft. I'll bandage him up.

Look at this, sir.

So that's the trouble, Driscoll.

Take him aft.

- You'll get no money for this last work. | - But...

I'll teach you to smuggle rum on a ship | and start a riot.

senor Capitan.

You know the agreement. Rum, no money.

senor.

These sailors, they bring the rum.

- We bring no rum. | - You're lying!

Clear out! Your boat's alongside. | Get along.

None of your lip, or I'll put you ashore | and have you locked up.

Hop it.

Go on. Hop it. Come on. Move 'em on!

Come on, ladies. Come on.

Mate say we sail at sunrise.

For England.

American port first for cargo, | then we go home.

Then I go home.

Time to turn in, Smitty.

Hello, Captain. How are you? | That's your ship? That's good.

I can just see Ole behind that plow.

Ole be putting a rudder on the horse's tail

and a compass on the plow,

so that he'll not be digging potatoes | when it's turnips he's after.

Hey, Ole, show us how | you used to call them pigs.

If I was a swine, I'd be running | the other way after that devilin' screech.

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