Oh-h-h-h, the big sea-line he howled and he growled,
The seal beat time on a drum;
The whale he swallered a den-vereel
In the big cook-quari-um.
From that one Banjo passed to “The Cowboy’s Lament,” and from tragedy to love. There could be nothing more moving—if not in one direction, then in another—than the sentimental expression of Banjo’s little sandy face as he sang:
I know you were once my true-lov-o-o-o,
But such a thing it has an aind;
My love and my transpo’ts are ov-o-o-o,
But you may still be my fraind-d-d.