We were drowndin’ the sun in a hissin’, white
stream.
Oh, there never was anything up with the crew
That buckled the beam of old Hunneman Two.
One time we were playin’ at Andover fair
And old Uncle Boomer drove up with his mare.
She cocked up an eye for to see the stream sail
Then she up with her ears and her head and
her tail;
And whoosh! she was off down the Bunganuck