human
Now I say (hiccup), you Frank, you are a devilish good fellow; but that one-eyed son of a gun, I'll try him by a court-martial, the first time I catch him drunk; I'll hang him at the yard-arm, and you shall be my first lieutenant and _custos-rottorum_, damn me. Only you come and tell me the first time he is disguised in liquor, and I'll settle him, damn his cock eye--a saucy, Polyphemus-looking _son of_ a--(hiccup) a Whitechapel bird-catcher.
gpt
I'll teach him to write to port-admirals for leave--son of a sea cook.
human
The cook of the huffy got drunk, Fell down the fore-scuttle, and Broke his gin bottle.