Chorus.—Oahoiohieu.
De San Charles is arter ’em, dey mus go behine.
Cho.—Oahoiohieu,
So stir up dah, my livelies, stir her up; (pointing to the furnaces).
Cho.—Oahoiohieu.
Dey’s burnin’ not’n but fat and rosum.
Cho.—Oahoiohieu.
Oh, we is gwine up de Red River, oh!
Cho.—Oahoiohieu.
Oh, we mus part from you dah asho’.