Peaceable Mr. M'Gee

'Peace an' quiet's the motter for me,' Said Mister Samuel S. M'Gee, Otherwise known as Seaboot Sam; 'I'm a peaceable sort of a bloke, I am.' 'Peace an quiet's an 'obby o' mine, Fightin' an' suchlike ain't my line. I tell you straight, I'm the kind of a cuss What's got no use for trouble or fuss; I don't want nobody makin' bother, No, not if he was my own born brother, Back-chat's a thing my taste don't lean to, But, when I get things fixed like I mean to, Why, there ain't a peaceabler mate than me Sails outer Frisco,' said Sam M'Gee. So he spat on his fists and he hopped off the poop And waltzed around with a yell and a whoop; He landed Ginger a clump on the chin For wearing an impudent kind of a grin; He hammered the soul-case out of Mike And laid Bill out with a marline-spike, And chased Jake on to the topsail yard, And jumped on Joe with his seaboots on For something or other they'd been and done. Then he fetched the helmsman a kick like a horse For lettin' the ship get off her course, And he rubbed his hands, and he said, said he, 'Peace an' quiet is what suits me; I'm a peaceable sort of a bloke, I am, And don't you forget it!' said Seaboot Sam.