 But I do be thinking ever since the first look my eyes took at you, that it's a fool yard to be wasting yourself, a fine, handsome girl, on a stumpy runt of a man like that old Swede. There's too many strapping great lads on the sea to give their heart blood for one kiss of you. Oh, lads like you, eh? You take the words right out of me mouth. I'm the proper lad for you if it's meself to be saying it.