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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Although he was but small, Yet he knew all the windings Of that raging CanawL
Early every morning
Ye can hear the flunkies call,
Come aft and git your lime juice,
Come aft, one and all;
Come aft and git your lime juice,
And don't bring any back}
Before you git to Syracuse
Ye's goin' to get the sack.
Three days out from Albany
A pirate we did spy}
The black flag with the skull and bones
Was a-wavin' up on high}
We signaled to the driver
To h'ist the flag o' truce,
When we found it was the Mary Jane
Just out o? Syracuse.
Two days out from Syracuse
The vessel struck a shoal,
And we like to all been foundered
On a chunk of Lackawanna coal.
We hollered to the captain
On the towpath treadin' dirt;
He jumped on board and stopped the leak
V/ith his old red flannel shirt.
The cook she was a kind soul, She had a ragged dress; We h'isted her upon a pole As a signal of distress;
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