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chapter-042		chapter-042			.txt	text/plain	1633	279	101	d'ye hear, bell-boy? bell eight, thou Pip! We sing; they sleep--aye, lie down there, like ground-tier Aye; girls and a green!--then I'll hop with ye; yea, turn grasshopper! (The half of them dance to the tambourine; some go below; some sleep Bang it, bell-boy! Hold up thy hoop, Pip, till I jump through it! I wonder whether those jolly lads bethink them of what they are dancing Dance on, lads, you're young; I was boys, it'll be douse sail soon. Thou showest thy black brow, Seeva! (Reclining and shaking his cap.) sky--lurid-like, ye see, all else pitch black. OLD MANX SAILOR. OLD MANX SAILOR. OLD MANX SAILOR. Why then, God, mad'st thou the ring? white whale, me jingle all over like my tambourine--that anaconda of an old man swore Oh, thou big white God aloft there somewhere in yon darkness, have mercy on this small black boy down here; preserve him	./cache/chapter-042.txt	./txt/chapter-042.txt