THE BIG BLACK TRAWLER
Alfred Noyes · 1922
The very best ship that ever I knew,
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew--
_Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._
There was one old devil with a broken nose
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
He was four score years, as I suppose--
_But, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._
We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm--
_Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._
And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most)
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
Roars, "Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast"--
_So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._
"For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
In the good salt water that the Lord don't freeze"--
_Oh, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._