We warn’t tossin’ in the breakers off no stern
and rockbound shore;
But I’d missed the gol-durned river, and I swow
this ’ere is true,
I had sailed eight miles ’cross country in a heavy
autumn dew.
There I was clear up in Sidney, and the tossings
and the rolls
Simply happened ’cause we tackled sev’ral miles
of cradle knolls.