I could hear his neck a-creakin' while his eye run
up the shore.
An' soon we come acrost a buck as big an' bold
as sin
An' Philo took t' swallerin' to keep his
feelin's in;
An' every time he swallered, as he slowly swung
eroun',
I could hear his Adam's apple go a-squeakin' up
an' down.