and then i gives 'em a fast jig , `` the hare in the corn , '' and pounds the floor with some different steps , and then i slows it down with the sad ballad , `` the sally gardens , '' and cranks it back up again with `` the flowing bowl , '' and then i feels the need of a break but i know i ca n't stop so i tells 'em the sad story of `` the cruel sister , '' wherein i tells the story and then sings the verses of the song and in between plays the melody with the whistle , and they 're all sitting around like any classroom of girls and some of them are nodding off , which i do n't think is a comment on my storytelling but rather on the drink , and i think it would be a good thing if they all fell asleep but no , mam'selle claudelle is beamin ' at me as brightly as ever and my throat is getting sore and my voice is beginning to rasp and squeak when the door swings open and the constable comes in and says , `` all right , rummy , out with you .