Wapping: Conversation Piece

‘Lo, Ginger . . . ‘lo, Mike . . . Where you been this long while Since you an’ me was in the ol’ Mona’s Isle? . . . Oh, jus’ moseyin’ around like. . . . Ever see anything o’ the ol’ ship? . . . Aye, sailed in her myself las’ trip . . . You did? . . . Aye. She’s gone, Fritz sunk ‘er; Shoved a tin fish in ‘er starboard bunker An’ down she went like a stone - Quickest thing I ever known. . . . Was there any more o’ the ol’ crowd in ‘er? . . . A few - You’d remember the mate, ol’ Mister Bell? . . . Aye, I do. . . . Well - An’ all them little birds he used to keep (Nice little singers they was, it was a treat to ‘ear ‘em When you was anywhere near ‘em) - Remember ‘ow the Ol’ Man used to raise merry ‘ell ‘Cause they sung that loud they sp’iled ‘is sleep? . . . Aye . . . Well, ‘e’s gone too. . . . Well, reckon I’ll be pushin’ along, Mike, Tootle-oo. . . . Me too . . . Time I was lookin’ out for another berth . . . Same ‘ere Ain’t goin’ to stop at ‘ome to please Jerry, like . . . ? No bloomin’ fear . . . Well s’ long Ginger . . . S’ long Mike . . .