Bound down from Hong Kong
Give us a chance to blow the man down.”
“Blow the man up to me
Blow the man down
Blow, blow, blow him around.
Blow bullies blow,
Blow the man down
Give us a chance to blow the man down.”
Having arrived at Spruce Island, a brigade was formed to carry boxes, hampers, and wraps from the boats to the picnic spot in the shade of a clump of firs.
The younger element in the party wanted to start at once on an exploration of the island, which contained nearly two hundred acres, thickly wooded with fir trees and white birch overhanging the rocky bluffs of the shore.