To steer their mess;
Likewise a dandy—
Stew—ard—ess!
Chorus. It’s dance, the sailors, dance!
It’s dance, the sailors, dance!
We’ll dance all night till the broad daylight,
And then go to sea in the mornin’!
“Shiftin’ and changin’ it is understood,”
Said Abner Chapin, “never come to good.”
“Yes,” quoth the Stranger, “that is very true,