leather-headed old barrel organ for reproving him.

'Albert is a spoilt child, I fear,' said Bill, shoving him into the bag
to keep him quiet, and without more ado, led off with--

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'Ho! aboard the _Salt Junk Sarah_,
Rollin' home around the Horn,
The Bo'sun pulls the Captain's nose
For treatin' him with scorn.

'Rollin' home, rollin' home,
Rollin' home across the foam.
The Bo'sun goes with thumps and blows
The whole way rollin' home.'

'But,' said Bill to Bunyip Bluegum, after about fifteen verses of the
_Salt Junk Sarah_, 'the superior skill, ingenuity and darin' with which
you bested them puddin'-snatchers reminds me of a similar incident in
Sam's youth, which I will now sing you. The incident, though similar as
regards courage an' darin', is totally different in regard to everythin'
else, and is entitled--

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THE PENGUIN'S BRIDE

''Twas on the _Saucy Soup Tureen_,
That Sam was foremast hand,
When on the quarter-deck was seen
A maiding fit to be a Queen
With her old Uncle stand.

'And Sam at once was sunk all
In passion deep and grand,
But this here aged Uncle
He was the Hearl of Buncle
And Sam a foremast hand.

'And Sam he chewed salt junk all
Day with grief forlorn,
Because the Hearl of Buncle,
The lovely maiding's Uncle,
Regarded him with scorn.

'When sailin' by Barbado,
The _Saucy Soup Tureen_,
Before she could be stayed-O
Went down in a tornado,
And never more was seen.

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'The passengers were sunk all
Beneath the ragin' wave,
The maiding and her Uncle,
The Noble Hearl of Buncle,
Were saved by Sam the Brave.

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'He saved the Noble Buncle
By divin' off the poop.
The maiding in a funk all
He, saved along with Uncle
Upon a chicken coop.

'And this here niece of Buncle,
When they got safe to land,
For havin' saved her Uncle,
The Noble Hearl of Buncle,
She offered Sam her hand.

'And that old Uncle Buncle,
For joy of his release,
On Burgundy got drunk all
Day in Castle Buncle,
Which hastened his decease.

'The lovely maiding Buncle
Inherited the land;
And, now her aged Uncle
Has gone, the Hearl of Buncle
Is Sam, the foremast hand.'

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'Of course,' said Sam modestly, 'the song goes too far in sayin' as how
I married the Hearl's niece, because, for one t