"But," said Bill to Bunyip Bluegum, after about fifteen verses of
the 'Salt Junk Sarah', "the superior skill, ingenuity an' 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--


THE PENGUIN'S BRIDE

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

"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.

"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.

"When sailin' by Barbado,
The Saucy Soup Tureen,