JIM-JAM SAILORS SUPERFINE.
Copyright, 189u, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Edward Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
Oh, when de bo'sun whistle tooty-ey,
Den we come on deck for duty:
Ya-ho below, de bell am striking four.
Colored sailors always single,
Ready for to mix and mingle,
When we meet a pooty yaller gal ashore.
When de wind blows east,
Oh, it's den we do de least,
For hard work nigger hasn't time;
But when de wind blows west,
Oh, den it's time to rest,
We're Jim-Jam sailors superfine, Oh!
Hand in on your monkey wrenches, go ashore, you nigger wenches,
Stand clar, bound away; don't know where we gwine.
Captain in his wooley jacket; golly, don't he make a racket.
Red hot Jimmy dandy sailors superfine.
Oh, when de cook he fries de fishes,
Den we get de plates and dishes;
Oh, dear, nigger's mouth opens like a whale.
Don't be stingy wid de gravy,
Lots of fat in Yankee Navy,
Old ship biscuit, just as hard as any nail.
When de ship goes down,
A nigger never drowns:
His feet's injun rubber, number nine.
When de ship do float,
He stays aboard de boat,
He's a Jim-Jam sailor superfine, Oh!- Chorus.
When de wind it. am a-roaring,
Dat's de time de nigger's snoring.
Oh dear, let him dream of yaller gal ashore.
Hurricane it am a-bowling,
Captain on de deck a-grow ling,
Nigger talking in his sleep of 'leven forty-fo';
When de ship gets back,
Each nigger blackjack,
He rolls like a crooked tater-vine.
When de ship do sail.
Den we get out of jail,
We're Jim-Jam sailors superfine, Oh!- Chorus.