roundin' the horn, deuce

[learnedax]

ahriht ya lazy monkeys, liss'n heahr. so's i' turn out rite 'andy tha' i nabbed t'is ol' cap'n's log onna very day what summin t'ought t'were a jolly day fer alla ye t'talk inna way what i do. t'at bein' so, as th' witchin' 'our scuds in 'pon m'self summat like a spring squall, t'ough t'be t'tother side o'summer now, t'is day calls back me mind t' th' seasons gone, an' do draw out me eye t'ward what may be lurkin' onna horizon.

so drink up, 'owl a' th' moon, an' live t'rough an other bloody year.