Roll the Cotton Down

Oh, away down South where I wuz born.
Roll the cotton down
Oh, away down South around Cape Horn
We’ll roll the cotton down
Roll the cotton,
Roll the cotton, Moses!
Roll the cotton,
Oh, roll the cotton down!

Oh, away down South around Cape Horn,
Oh, we wisht t’ Christ we’d niver bin born!

Oh, away down South one frosty morn,
Oh, away down South around Cape Horn.

We’re bound away to Mobile Bay,
We’re bound away at the break of day.

Oh, around Cape Horn we’re bound to go,
Around Cape Stiff midst the ice and snow.

Oh, ‘ Frisco town is far behind,
An’ the gals down south are free and kind.

Oh, sweat that yard the mate do say.
Take one more pull, lads, and then belay!