Peaceable Mr. M'Gee Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

'Peace an' quiet's the motter for me,'
Said Mister Samuel S. M'Gee,
Otherwise known as Seaboot Sam;
'I'm a peaceable sort of a bloke, I am.'

'Peace an quiet's an 'obby o' mine,
Fightin' an' suchlike ain't my line.
I tell you straight, I'm the kind of a cuss
What's got no use for trouble or fuss;
I don't want nobody makin' bother,
No, not if he was my own born brother,
Back-chat's a thing my taste don't lean to,
But, when I get things fixed like I mean to,
Why, there ain't a peaceabler mate than me
Sails outer Frisco,' said Sam M'Gee.

So he spat on his fists and he hopped off the poop
And waltzed around with a yell and a whoop;
He landed Ginger a clump on the chin
For wearing an impudent kind of a grin;
He hammered the soul-case out of Mike
And laid Bill out with a marline-spike,
And chased Jake on to the topsail yard,
And jumped on Joe with his seaboots on
For something or other they'd been and done.

Then he fetched the helmsman a kick like a horse
For lettin' the ship get off her course,
And he rubbed his hands, and he said, said he,
'Peace an' quiet is what suits me;
I'm a peaceable sort of a bloke, I am,
And don't you forget it!' said Seaboot Sam.