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“I’m a flyin’ fish sailor come back from Hong Kong,

Yeo ho! blow the man down.

Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down,

Oh, give us time to blow the man down. You’re a dhirty black-baller come back from New York, Yeo ho! blow the man down, Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down. Oh, give us time to blow the man down.”

“Oh, give us time to blow the man down!” echoed Dick and Emmeline.

Up above, in the trees, the bright-eyed birds were watching them—such a happy party. They had all the appearance of picnickers, and the song echoed amongst the cocoa-nut trees, and the wind carried it over the lagoon to where the sea-gulls were wheeling and screaming, and the foam was thundering on the reef.

That evening, Mr Button feeling inclined for joviality, and not wishing the children to see him under the influence, rolled the barrel through the cocoa-nut grove to a little clearing by the edge of the water. There, when the children were in bed and asleep, he repaired with some green cocoa-nuts and a shell. He was generally musical when amusing himself in this fashion, and Emmeline, waking up during the night, heard his voice borne through the moonlit cocoa-nut grove by the wind: