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A RIPPING TRIP * |
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OU go aboard a leaky boat And sail for San Francisco, You've got to pump to keep her afloat, You've got that, by jingo! The engine soon begins to squeak, But nary a thing to oil her; Impossible to stop the leak,— Rip, goes the boiler.
The captain on the promenade Looking very savage; Steward and the cabin maid Fightin' 'bout the cabbage; All about the cabin floor Passengers lie sea-sick; Steamer bound to go ashore,— Rip, goes the physic.
Pork and beans they can't afford, The second cabin passengers; The cook has tumbled overboard With fifty pounds of sassengers;
♦To tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. |
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