There’s a Black Ball clipper Comin’ down the river. And away the yard went to the mast-head till the bunt-robands jammed in the sheave. “Very well that,” said the old man. “Now get my dinghy off o’ the half-deck and let her drag alongside.” So they did that, too. “Very well that,” said the old man. “Now forrard with you, to the chain-locker, and rouse out every inch of chain you find there.”