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American Ballads and Folk Songs
The clouds began to gather, and the rain began to fall, And I wished myself off and safe from the raging can-all.
With hearts chock-full of love, we thought of our sweethearts dear, And straight for Utica our gallant bark did steer; But when in sight of that 'ere town, there came on a white squall, Which carried away our mizzenmast, on the raging can-all.
The winds came roaring on, just like a wild-cat screamj Our little vessel pitched and tost, straining every beam, The cook she dropt the bucket and let the ladle fall, And the waves ran mountains-high on the raging can-all.
Our boat did mind the helm, just like a thing of lifej Our mate he offered prayers for the safety of his wife: We threw our provisions overboard, butter, cheese, and all, And was put on short allowance, on the raging can-all.
Now the weather being foggy we couldn't see the track,
We made our driver come on board, and hitched a lantern on his back j
We told him to be fearless, and then it blew a gale,
To jump up and knock down a horse, that's taking in a sail.
The captain bid the driver to hurry with all speed, His orders were obeyed, for he soon cracked up his leadj With that 'ere kind of towing, he allowed, by twelve o'clock, We should have the old critter right bang agin the dock.
But sad was the fate of our poor devoted bark, For the rain kept pouring faster, and the night it grew dark: The horses gave a stumble, and the driver gave a squall, And they tumbled head and heels into the raging can-all.
The captain cried out, with a voice so clear and sound,
"Cut them horses loose, my boys, or else we will be drowned" j