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American Ballads and Folk Songs
The driver paddled to the shore, although he was but small, While the horses sunk to rise no more in the raging can-all.
The cook she wrung her hands, and then she came on deck, Saying, "Alas! what will become of us? Our vessel is a wreck." The steersman knocked her over, for he was a man of sense, And the helmsman jumpt ashore and lashed her to a fence.
We had a load of Dutch, and we stowed 'em in the hole,
And the varmint weren't the least concerned for the welfare of their
souls; The captain he went down to them, implored them for to pray, But all the answer that he got was "due deutsch sproken nix come
arouse ex for shtae."
The captain trembled for his money, likewise for his wife, But to muster courage up, he whittled with a knife: He said to us with a faltering voice, while tears began to fall, "Prepare to meet your death this night, on the raging can-all."
The passengers to save their souls, wouldn't part with any money; The bar-keeper went on his knees, then took some peach and honey; A lady took some brandy, she'd have it neat or not at all, Kase there was lots of water in the raging can-all.
The captain came on deck, with spyglass in his hand, But the fog it was so 'tarnal thick he couldn't spy the landj He put his trumpet to his mouth, as loud as he could bawl, He hailed for assistance from the raging can-all.
The sky was rent asunder, the lightning it did flash, The thunder rattled above, just like eternal smash; The clouds were all upsot, and the rigging it did fall, And we scudded under bare poles on that raging can-all.
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