feepennies

Updated: May 23, 2025

"Here, old mother Slush," sung out another of the cutter's crew. "Hand us up a dozen bottles of spruce, do you hear?" "Dozen battle of pruce!" groaned the old woman "who shall pay me?" "Why, do you think the Firebrands are thieves, you old canary, you?" "How much, eh?" said the boatswain's mate. "Twelve feepennies," quoth the matron.

Michael Scott - Tom Cringle's Log