seven o'clock
`` It is a fine rain , or rather a Scotch mist , so thick I can hardly see the next tent . It will be as much as you fellows will be able to do to find your way back to your camps . `` Now , '' Allison said , `` let us make ourselves comfortable . It is only seven o'clock yet , and you 've got three hours before ` lights out . ' It 's my duty as president of the mess to call upon some one for a song , but as I 'm a good fellow I will set the example myself . Upon the present occasion we ca n't do better than begin with ` The Red , White , and Blue , ' and , mind , a good chorus every one . Any one shirking the chorus will have no share of the next round of grog , and any one who does not sing when called upon , or who attempts to make any base explanations or excuses , will have to drink his tin full of salt and water . ''