BERTIE: Now there's a good ship, H.M.S. Cock-Robin. On her home trip, Up and down she's bobbin' So the crew's pretty tough. The sea is so rough. They're all fed up and say That they've had more than enough.
I've got a brother He's an able seaman And they call him Redhead Tom
I wire to say I'll meet you And with your friends I'll treat you So who do you think I've had a message from?
BERTIE: Do you like that song, Jeeves? JEEVES: Well, sir… BERTIE: It’s called “Forty-Seven Ginger-Headed Sailors”, Jeeves. It’s all the rage at the Drones at the moment. JEEVES: I can’t say that I’m surprised to hear that, sir.
BERTIE: Forty-seven ginger-headed sailors Coming home across the briny sea, When the anchor's weighed And the jouney's made, Then they'll start the party With a heave-ho, me-hearty.
Forty-seven ginger-headed sailors, You can bet you're going to hear them when they hail us, An old maid down in Devon Said my idea of heaven Is forty-seven ginger-headed sailors!
BERTIE: Really speaks to me, that song, you know, Jeeves! JEEVES: I’m sorry to hear that, sir. BERTIE: Would you like to hear the rest of it? JEEVES: I shouldn’t like to put you to any trouble, sir. This note was delivered for you by hand a few moments ago. BERTIE: Well, at least McIntosh likes my singing.