For we kept his old waggin full, clear to the
seat.
’Twas h’ist on the beam till your eyeballs gog-
gled,
Pump-jump-hump!
Give her the tar till her old sides woggled,
Hump-jump-pump!
Down with the beam till it sartin would seem
We were drownin’ the sun in a hissin’ white
stream.