This thing can't sail; I'll go and see
If she can swim, I'll let her."
Oh, sister, make him div' her back;
He'll kill my darling pet;
Don't let him put her in the pond
And get her nice d'ess wet.
"You's very cruel, bruver, now-;
Please, div' her back to me;
'Tause she's my only darlin' child,
She sleeps upon my knee."