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American Ballads and Folk Songs
I lost my hold and away I flew Right into the crocodile's mouth. He quickly closed his jaws on me, He thought to nab a victim j But I slipped down his throat, d'ye see, And that's the way I tricked 'im.
I traveled on for a year or two Till I got into his maw, And there were rum kegs not a few And a thousand bullocks in store. Through life I banished all my care For on grub I was not stinted j And in this crocodile lived ten years, Very well contented.
This crocodile being very old,
One day at last he died}
He was three years in catching cold,
He was so long and wide.
His skin was three miles thick, I'm sure,
Or very near about j
For I was full six months or more
In making a hole to get out.
So now I'm safe on earth once more,
Resolved no more to roam.
In a ship that passed I got a berth,
So now I'm safe at home.
But, if my story you should doubt,
Did you ever cross the Nile—
'Twas there he fell—you'll find the shell
Of this wonderful crocodile.