REAR O’ THE DRIVE
The rain has raised the river an’ she’s np to
driving pitch,
An’ it’s oh, an’ grab your peavies an’ go sloppin’
in the wet.
We’ve got ter send ’er whoopin’ now without a
ketch or hitch,
But it won’t be kid-glove bus’ness, oh, my
hearties, you can bet.
Empty the water out of your boots