PADDY—[Blinking about him, starts to his feet resentfully, swaying, holding on to the edge of a bunk.]I'm never too drunk to sing. 'Tis only when I'm dead to the world I'd be wishful to sing at all. [With a sort ofsad contempt.] "Whiskey Johnny," ye want? A chanty,ye want? Now that's a queer wish from the ugly like of you, God help you. But no matther. [He starts to singin a thin, nasal, doleful tone:]
Oh, whiskey is the life of man!
Whiskey! O Johnny!
[They all join in on this.]