They don't care nothing bout settlin down.

"Never a port of all 'er ports for 'er to fetch again, Nothin' only the sea an' the sky, the sun, the wind an' the rain; It's cruel 'ard on a decent ship, an' so I tell you true, An' I wish I knew she 'ad gone to 'er rest as a good ship ought to do.

The deacon had got on about his longest face, and when the deacon's face is about down to its wust, why, it would stop a robin singin'there couldn't nothin' stan' it.