Blow, Boys, Blow

Oh, blow me boys, I long ter hear ye,
Blow boys, blow!
Oh, blow me boys, I long ter hear ye.
Blow boys, bully boys, blow!

Say, wuz ye niver down Congo River?
Oh, yes I’ve been to Congo River!

Oh, Congo she’s a mighty river,
Where the fever makes the white man shiver.

A Yankee ship comes down the river,
Her masts an’ spars they shine like silver.

An’ how d’yer know she’s a Yankee clipper?
By the blood an’ guts that flow from her scuppers.

An’ how d’yer know she’s a Yankee liner?
By the stars an’ bars that fly behin’er.

She’s a Yankee ship an’ she’s bound to Chiner,
An’ a bunch o’ baste’rs have signed on ’er.

An’ how d’yer know she’s bound fer Chiner?
By the flyin’ fish sailors what ‘ave gone an’ joined ‘er.

An’ who d’yer think’s the skipper of ‘er?
Why, ol’ Billy Forbes is the skipper of ‘er.

An’ who d’yer think’s the chief mate of ‘er?
Some ugly case what eat poor sailors.

An’ who d’yer think’s the second mate of ‘er?
Saccarappa Jim’s the second mate of ‘er.

An’ what d’yer think they had fer breakfast?
Why the starboard side o’ an ol’ sou’wester.

An’ what d’yer think they had fer supper?
Oh, handspike hash an’ a roll in the scuppers.

An’ what d’yer think they has fer carger?
Five hundred whores from Yokohammer.

Ye’ll wish yer all wuz dead an’ buried,
An’ cross the river let’s all git ferried.

Oh, blow, me boys, an’ blow forever,
An’ blow me down to Congo River.