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With my fol-de-rol, tooral-i-lay We'll see about that! The Indefatigable Woman turned the mark not more than four lengths astern. They had wind and tide against them now, and with her crew swinging out slow and steady, pulling the stroke clean through with a hard finish, she went up hand-over-fist. The blades of the Nonpareil were knocking up water like a moorhen.
With my fol-de-rol, tooral-i-lay! He had all things for food that was wanting, Which give us content in this life; He had horses and foxes for hunting, Which many love more than a wife, He had sung so far and was waving his pipe-stem for the chorus when the company looked up and saw Sal straddling in the doorway with her fists on her hips.
But she was took out of his side, His equal and partner to be: Though they be yunited in one, Still the man is the top of the tree! With my fol-de-rol, tooral-i-lay! "Well, and what's wrong wi' that?" Hancock wound up, feeling for his courage again. "Get along with 'ee, you ninth-part-of-a-man! Me took out of your side!"
His fate was upon him, poor varmint, and on he went, as gleeful as a bird in a bath: He'd a garden so planted by natur' As man can't produce in this life; But yet the all-wise great Creaytor Perceived that he wanted a wife. With his fol-de-rol, tooral-i-lay! "You chaps might be a bit heartier with the chorus," he put in. "A man would almost think you was afraid of your wives overhearin':"
And in the middle of this crew, with his back to the door, sat her husband piping out a song: Ye sexes, give ear to my fancy; In the praise of good women I sing; It is not of Doll, Kate, or Nancy, The mate of a clown nor a King With my fol-de-rol, tooral-i-lay! Old Adam, when he was creyated, Was lord of the Universe round; Yet his happiness was not complated Until that a helpmate he'd found.
They wouldn't hear of this, but ri-tooralled away with a will, Sal watching them the while from the doorway with her eyebrows drawn down, like one lost in thought. She was not took out of his head, To reign or to triumph o'er man; She was not took out of his feet, By man to be tramped upon: With my fol-de-rol, tooral-i-lay!
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