Sing ho! fer the "Pauline's" roustabout
A-rollin' the Bismarck cargo out,
Big barrels o' black pine tar.
The "Pauline's" chief was a sight to see
As he stood on the swingin' stage.
"I'll beat that pop-eyed levee-rat
If he banks his fires with bacon fat;
Pile in that tar an' let her scat
An' never mind the gauge!"
Sing ho! fer the boilers singein' red