Unfortunately the midshipmen were still keeping it up. The liveliest of the ship’s young gentlemen had been brought up by his uncle, an Oxford don, and he had instituted gaudy nights. This was one of them, and through his wax Stephen could hear Our Captain was very good to us, He dipped his prick in phosphorus; It shed a light all through the night And steered us through the Bosphorus. Again and again they sang it, and again and again there was the howl of laughter at the end: it seemed to grow funnier with each repetition, and by four bells they could not get beyond ‘was very good to us’
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