That was ’fore the time of steam-cars, and the
“Johnson” filled the bill
On the route between Augusty and the town of
Water ville.
She was built old-fashined model, with a
bottom’s flat’s your palm,
With a paddle-wheel behind her, druv’ by one
great churnin’ arm.
Couldn’t say that she was speedy—sploshed
along and made a touse,