—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.
[NAMESAKES]
BUT where's the brown drifter that went out alone?