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AMERICAN SEA SONGS.
in some degree the cadence and accentuation.
The following are good specimens of the bowline
Solo. I wish I was in Mobile Bay, Chorus. Way-hay, knock a man down ! Solo. A-rolling cotton night and day, Chorus. This is the time to knock a man down !
And so on ad infinitum, until the hoarse " Belay! " of the mate or the " bosun " ends it.
Oh, Shenandoah 's a rolling river,
Hooray, you rolling river, Oh, Shenandoah's a rolling river,
Ah-hah, I 'm bound away to the wild Missouri !
Oh, Shenandoah's a packet sailor, etc.
My Tommy 's gone, and I '11 go too,
Hurrah, you high-low ! For without Tommy I can't do,
My Tommy 's gone a high-low !
My Tommy 's gone to the Eastern shore,
Chorus. My Tommy's gone to Baltimore, etc.
A favorite and familiar pulling song is Whiskey for my Johnny: —
Whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey-Johnny ! We '11 drink our whiskey while we can,
Whiskey for my Johnny !
I drink whiskey, and my wife drinks gin,