Way down South where the cocks do crow,
Way down in Florida!
Them gals they all dance to the ol’ banjo.
An’ we’ll roll th’ woodpile down!
Rol-lin’! Rol-lin’! Oh rollin’ th’ whole world round!
That brown gel o’ mine’s down the Georgia Line,
An’ we’ll roll the woodpile down!
When I wuz a young man an’ in me prime,
I bedded them yaller gels two at a time.
We’ll roll him high an’ we’ll roll him low,
We’ll heave him up an’ away we’ll go.
Ooh, rose an’ bust ‘er is the cry,
A seaman’s pay is a-niver high.
Oh, Curly goes on the ol’ ran-tan,
Oh, Curly’s jist a Down-Eastern man.
Oh, take one more heave, an’ that’ll do,
Oh, we’re the bullies fer to kick ‘er through.
